Counting...

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On bad days

I would always find myself

Closing my eyes

And simply counting

One...two...three...

One number for ever broken heart...

Four...five...six...

Another for every forgotten hope...

Seven...

Then I would count good days...

Eight...

The days I smiled...

Nine...

The days I laughed...

Ten...

The days I lost...

And then I open my eyes...

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