April really tears me down every year. Her tears she calls rain pounds down on me, making it hard to think and move on. She doesn't wait for me to catch my breath, throwing tragedy after tragedy at me. I helped build her up and she brings me down, but it doesn't mean I won't stop fighting. Her coldness hurts, a rush of sorts that makes me double take, but I won't let her take it all away from me every time she comes around. So long April, maybe next year I'll get through your sorrows.
written 4/28/24
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