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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