august

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august was a bad month for me,
years ago it truly was,
it was ache after ache after ache,
heartbreak, anxiety, and trauma
all combined with a worsening paranoia
that people are bound to disappoint me and use me and hurt me,

not that the heartache even mattered anymore,
i'm way past the scars of my past,
it shaped the person who i am today,
years later, i knew august was my month of healing,
of falling in love like i never knew what it was,
and of a confession i never regret.

august will always be my favorite month now,
i will always come back to august,
just to reread your longest reply,
from a confession i will proudly call mine.

and that's one confession
i will never say
in person.

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