August
It’s the month of my birth,
And many others.
One last month till I have
to go back to hell also
known as school.
This month has nothing
special about it It’s just there,
taking up space.
a constant reminder of what’s
to come, or go.
It marks the end; of summer,
fun, freedom, everything.
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