Pt. 6

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In January I met you,
And let you steal me heart,
By February I was tearing petals off of flowers,
And whispering he loves me,
He loves me not,
Through March we rode the waves,
Of the storm that came upon us,
And in April we were floating away,
Holding on to clouds trying to stay,
May held many long days,
Where you forgot about me,
June was where you said you loved me,
And we decided to be,
July was where you broke us,
And then tried to fix me,
August was where you loved me,
And we were allowed to finally be,
While September all went wrong,
And I screwed up what was meant to be,
November came and you were still the same,
You had moved onto to someone new,
Now finally it's December and I'm still missing you.

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