When you count the pills
when you count the scars
when you count the blades
when you count the pains
when you look back
when you lose track
of the numbers
of pills, scars, blades, and pains
when there is nothing left
when you lose your breath
when there's a pool of red
were there is no bed
when you look back
when you lose track
of the numbers
of pills, scars, blades, and pains
when you run and can't look back
when there is fear that you will lose track
of the pills and scars
and the numbers of bars
when you look back
when you lose track
of the numbers
of pills, scars, blades, and pains
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