24: Month of November

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Three days ago from this day, the yearnings of my heart popped out
Meeting with him eye to eye, sparks flew all around the air
I danced with death for the longest time, but like Cinderella
Fearing the approach of midnight, I left the ball and ran
Finding my reason to live on that day was never on my bingo card
Through him I continued to live on, to dream of the day that I run free
Away from the prison that you locked me in


"Fight fire with fire" they said, that I did
A fire that was long extinguished by you, rekindled by my desires
To break free of the misery that I keep crawling around in circles
Let my fury and sorrow ignite the spark once more!
Combined with the revival for my longing to keep on living
My strength to carry on resuscitates for another thriving
No longer will I spare any kindness for the blackness of your heart


Exactly one month from this day, the chains on my wrists unshackled
I did not commit a crime, yet I served a sentence for a year
You held me at gunpoint, silenced the screams inside my head
Starved of social interactions, you wanted me just for yourself
Everything was antagonizing, everyone was your nemesis
Freedom never tasted this good until the brink of November
Where the stench of black magic faded and contained


Month of November, the birth month of the Scorpios
Whose poisonous words sting like a bite of a desert scorpions
Like how your manipulative words poisoned me for the year
Month of November, some spawn as Sagittarius
You were one of them, whose arrows storm across the room
Like how fast you can think of something to gaslight me
But this bull called Taurus is done with your bullshit


One month and two days from this day is the day of your birth
As I rejoice for my rebirth as a free bird, you mourn in your sleep
Celebrate your birthday without the happy part within
Perhaps you should take this opportunity to be reborn as well
Become a better person and repent for the weight in your shoulders
From this point on you may despise the day you existed in the world
That's all on you now, I will rave like crabs every November


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