11.4November is always relentless. It cares not for the severity of the weeks before. The calendar page turns and imparts to me a poison thirty red X's strong. There is no rational explanation. There's no way to hide. There's no way to wake up. Some days I'm trapped inside.11.4
I'm sorry. I don't want to leave you. I'm sorry. I've already started to. I'm sorry. For the bits occluding my mind. I'm sorry. That emotional expression is all I can find.
November is always relentless. The cold comes to slap me in the face with another wasted year. &
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