My heart is gone.

My limbs are weak and my wings are broken,

My knees are numb,

My vision blur.

I can taste death on my lips.

I am counting now

432, 433, 435… This isn’t my life.

Numbers are my friend 

Numbers are my friend 

“look what you made me do” 

I am dead. 

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