Three

on

Three hours since the day started

Three hours of restless thoughts

Three hours of inspiration lost

Three times more egotistical

Three times more irrational

Three times fewer chances of being normal…

Three scars that I can’t hide anymore

Three centimeters of wounded bone

Three centuries of roaming alone

Three is an irregular form

Three words for life to be transformed

Three… Three… Three…

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