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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