I count to ten, and take a step forward.
I count to nine, and I draw my sword.
I count to eight, and find my blood.
I count to seven, and the room begins to flood.
I count to six, and I try to speak.
I count to five, and my knees become weak.
I count to four, and I feel the pain lifting.
I count to three, and realize I’m drifting.
I count to two, and I know that I’m gone.
I count to one.. and I finally move on.
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