Numbers

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One, two

I stare at you

Three, four

I look at the floor

Numbers protect me

Numbers are sane.

Olive green and acid rain.

To battle and arms I say farewell,

To strength and love in every cell.

My hope was strong, my eyes were weak.

Insanity, are the things that I seek.

I cannot choose to be the one in pain.

She is like me. It is all in vain.

Drooping lips and a rested head.

Fighting hearts of blue and red.

Patience is easy with the end in sight.

Patience is hard in an endless plight.

Gentle hands caress my hair.

I do not feel; I am not there.

My biggest fear and darkest thought,

Troubles I have, troubles I have not.

Find the words within the rhyme.

Tell me your secret, and I'll tell mine.

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