One, Two, Three, Four...
the counting continues
I weep of shame
Unsure of what is next to come
Not knowing what yesterday brought,
is awaiting today...
and the future of tomorrow.
When does it end...
Five, Six, Seven, Eight...
I want them to go back within
No more talking
not one more switch
the headaches ache
more than my weary heart.
When does it end...
Nine,
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