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Ten days is all I've got.
Once is all you need.
First day and I'll regret my decision.
Second day and I'll pour it out.
Third day and I'll sit there wondering what all of this is about.
Forth day and I'll start to miss you.
Fifth day I'd be longing to be beside you.
Sixth day and I'll be restraining myself from this tedious work.
Seventh day marks the final decision.
Eighth day I'll be reconsidering.
Ninth day a repercussion.
And with the tenth day, unwritten.