Numbers

by :*:A:L:Y:C:I:A:*:   Sep 22, 2005


Ten reasons, but only
Nine deep cuts, she’s got
Eight minutes left, with
Seven tears falling, they hear
Six cries for help, there are
Five blood soaked towels, and
Four people calling 911, she’s got
Three flashbacks of fights, and
Two memories of hate, with only
One blade to finish the job

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