February

She is the odd one out of twelve
The one’s spirits are offen low
Often she gives the cold shoulder
She wants to be alone in her own world
Her life is often moody
She sees doom and gloom around every corner
Yet somewhere deep within lies hope
Where some day she might pull herself out
From bleakness she sees herself in
Hoping one day she might reconnect with her siblings

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