When August comes I feel weird. Each year I hear a universal clock ticking inside my heart counting the ten days left for my birthday. When my birthday comes a burden falls off my shoulders but then i keep on feeling weird until September. I feel responsible , I go thinking about life , about the time , what I am supposedly have accomplished ... I dont really know in what do I think , but there is something about August.
There is something about August ....
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