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a poem about growing up and august {august 31, 2022}

August has come and gone like all Augusts do and my body is coiled around years prior. I am who I was a year ago, heart drawn carelessly on my sleeve, sitting in the same backseat, younger and far less bittersweet. The sun is coming through my window the same and my brother is bopping his head to his music the same, but despite this all I wouldn't recognize myself if we met. August is a broken, small-stepped month for fools; you don't notice when it arrives and far less so when it's gone.