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October
October is my favorite month;
The month that hurts the most.
The time of year my parasite
Feeds from me, its host.
My parasite has many names:
Sadness, Loneliness, and Grief.
And as the days grow shorter
My days of happiness grow brief.
When the leaves change color,
My soul, like them, turns brown
And dies just like the leaves
When they fall unto the ground.
When its time for All Hallows Eve
And the demons all come out,
They haunt me in my dreaming hours
And fill my heart with doubt.
As October is a part of the year,
My Sadness is a part of me.
To try to live without it,
Myself, I would not be.
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