A second comes -- it's nothing.
A third -- forgivable.
A fourth -- understandable.
A fifth -- it ends here.
I can stop
I can stop
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
When does counting end.
When does reasoning run out.
Lies, uncovered.
Hypocrisy, realized.
Values, burned and buried.
No reason.
No meaning.
Nothing at all.
Stop.
You can stop.
Nine.
A tenth time.
2 comments:
i can so relate to this entry hahaha. sorry about not going out tonight :( i'm free though next weekend! it's after finals for us benildeans hahaha
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