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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Trauma Poetry
PoetryPoetry about a girl named Olivia that traumatized me basically just me venting lol huge credits too @eren_spring bc i used a few of her poems<3 check her out she's amaizng
