I was one suicide from becoming a bad memory.
Two "fuck the worlds" from being its marionette.
Three steps from turning my wrath into a crime scene.
Four reasons to question Gods.
Five full moons from insanity.
Six whispers from a scream.
Seven days of weak.
Eight seconds from kissing my dreams goodbye.
Nine tears from never crying again.
Ten blocks from a nightmare.
And hope never left my side once.
Because it believed in me the same
way I believed in it.
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