xxviii. you like the phases of the moon

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January felt perfect

February, no defects

March I was over the moon

April like I'd lost a piece of my own

All May I longed for you

June and we finally meet at school

Though everything turned upside down

We got through it all by July with a temporarily etched frown

August slipped away like a bottle of wine

September I assumed I could make you mine

October and you ruined me

November I don't wanna live to see

It's your birthday in December

I guess it shall pass in the sweet memory of her👀

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Context: "the only thing worse than losing you is knowing you did nothing to keep me"
-j.b. [replaceable]

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