Every year I dread for March to come.
March is a month of big changes every year.
It’s a month of deaths and grief.
It’s a month of heartbreak.
It’s a month of losing and gaining friendships.
Every year, I lose another person in March.
Every year, I lose a friend and gain a friend.
Every year, my heart gets broken by the one that I thought loved me.
March is the devil in disguise.
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