In January,
I had fun.

In February,
I ****** up.

In March,
I was in a dream.

In April,
I woke up.

In May,
I wanted to die.

In June,
I even tried.

In July,
I also scored.

In August,
again got bored.

In September,
I missed her.

In October,
I wished her.

In November,
I felt alone.

In December,
I moved on.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
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