December

Tue, 01/17/2017 - 11:43 -- luropex

january, noah's funeral.

february, this shouldn't have happened.

march, it's all my fault.

april, i should have talked to him more.

may, take a deep breath. 

june, i miss him.

july, things are getting worse.

august, happy birthday noah. 

september, when's my funeral? 

october, take a deep breth.

november, it'll get better.

december, i miss him.

This poem is about: 
Me

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