my months of the year are always wet stuck in winter my leaves all shed from" January", thinking about my life turned my mind into a drifter, drifting away from my" February" ways my mind was erase,just saddened days that came in "March"memories raining down showering on my brain,i turned to" April"but my soul was already parched burnt to dust no chains of lust living life unconscious,in" May" they took it there way to make fun of me,so I stayed locked away in my room, even in" June"my soul remind soaked away within my tears,I fear the nights of "July" just wishing I could die just crazy dreams with flowers that never bloom, it's now" August" "o time flys"sitting around looking at the sky wishing that I didn't of to cry but no matter how hard I try I couldn't keep them in "my pain had me high"I kept thinking about" September "so when it came I was nervous I couldn't stay focus at that time my mind was a tour bus so many souls on board, I wasn't in any rush to take a dive there was no paradise, moving on to "October" I was a story teller so much acting in my life" fake friends the killer" just a story all alone make your soul a seller "I called"from 1 to 99 reaching out to "November"but my eyes that seem so kind gave my world a stroller but it's broken so never mind guess my world got colder over time because i couldn't shake the hands of time just dark "December's"taking life as it comes more pain, not taking credits just months of winter....
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