"Count"

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She wears long sleeves,baggy clothes,keep her eyes locked on the ground.
Hides her face,no one knows that her world is falling down.
Once Queen Bee but then her crown fell.
She has no enemies but herself.
Come to lunch and you'll find her sitting in a bathroom stall.
She's dancing the edge.
And she's scared she's gonna fall.
She's clinging on now,but tiring everyday.
Wondering what it would be like to take her thoughts away.
So she counts.
5 seconds breathe it through then you'll start the count again.
4 seconds count the reasons why today isn't the end.
3 second breath.
2 second doubt.
The last second filled with pain.
Don't you dare let go now.
5 seconds breathe it.
Then you'll start again.
4 seconds count the reasons why today is not  the end.
3 second breath.
2 second doubt.
The last second she let go,and started falling down.
Count.

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