Learning to count

         One lost girl.

       Two words said. 

  Three drops of blood. 

    Four bad thoughts. 

Five actions to get ready. 

  Four letters on paper. 

      Three tears fall. 

      Two cuts made. 

        One dead girl. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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