Seventy-Nine says what words cannot.

Eighty I imagine it cutting out my heart

Eighty-One the emotion is still killing me

Eighty-Two will this one please be too deep?

Eighty-Three I know it's wrong, but I pray for death

Eight-Four I know I'll somehow pull through

Eight-Five I can't help but think, all these are for you.

Eighty-Six Sadly enough, since then, nine days clean.