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Lost Count

I have lost count,

Of the things,

I want to tell you,

Because I want to tell you everything,

And I've told you nothing,

Probably it's for the best,

You would say,

If you would say anything,

And I would want you,

To explain why,

And then tell you how that is,

Such a bad idea,

But let's be realistic here,

I've got too many words,

And I haven't got you to listen to them.

And that my friend is,

The saddest thing ever.

screenshot from "a suitable boy"


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