November check in

November November November

One when I was begging to be told not to

The call came from outside

One when I thought it couldn’t get worse

When I wasn’t wrong

Different worse the same worse

November check in

One

Two

Three

Nineteen.

I wish I was dead

I wish I was dying

I wish I was dead

No change, doctor.

November is out.

Three for three

Three four three

Three hundred forty three

Where the fort grows

Can you blame me for not liking them?

She giggled

No

Duh

Spring keeps sprunging into my headset

My snow songs haven’t come

I only hear this liveliness that doesn’t suit me as much as the blue skies

Love is war

I can’t say to seventeen or sixteen

Sixteen going on seventeen was like

It’s terrible and my family hates me

Haha———

Twenty sixteen was like being sixteen in my twenties

Which means it was hell

And twenty seventeen was like

Maybe things could go right

Sure, right, yeah

So twenty eighteen

Is gone

Because eighteen was gone so what’s 19 going to be like?

It’s a fucking circle for a reason I guess

God’s’z’esses?

Seem to like them

No seriously space is marbles and glitter.

Marbles and glitter

With some holes to hit the balls into

This is a really slow game of golf

Regardless

I don’t remember 19 either

I’m not ready or willing

But time will tell

And it always does

In any series of unfortunate events

Also known as

Any life.

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