I hate all months, they all have something to do with you.
They're all you in disguise.
But December is the worst.
December is you,
It's the month you were born,
The month we became close,
The month of our very first "I love you,"
The month I became dependent on you.
December promised not to leave me in her very own month.
December left me with razor wounds and scars all over.
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PoetryFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...