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Once again, I feel the November coming.
I feel it’s cold grasp,
slowly trying to crawl under my skin,
spreading through my body like a sly disease.
At first, I did not even notice the changes.
The way my grin became more of a light smile,
The way my reflection always looks tired,
The way I crave the poets words,
just to feel someone else’s melancholy.
But than it hit me.
My body feels empty,
My soul is numb and lost,
My mind yearns for hibernation,
just to find rest and peace.
November hurts.
November leaves you feeling more alone than ever.
November is the month of the poets and the Sorrowed.
November is where I belong.
Day 247 is angst Desert Duo
The original quote is by Anne Frank