October was:

Nine days, sixteen. One month, counting. How far to push, how long to wait ? Sick of friend, of her, of mate. What's the point, where did I slip ? How tall can we grow, how much can you reap ? Take it now, tend your lawn. Take it now, or I'm done, I'm gone. But I'm not, I wish I was. I tried, I why'd, answered, because'd. Fought against, come vendetta, but fell into your arms, to stay forever.