March is fresh spring colours. Sunlight peeping through bright white clouds. Warm but still with the crisp that keeps you wearing long sleeves out the house. March is three months into a year thats escaping through clutching fingers. It’s desperately trying to hold onto new year goals and aspirations. It’s almost the end of one chapter and the start of another. March is just one random month of a year, filled with promise and fear.
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I HATE MARCH. I hate the fact that I’ll be a year older. Okay,i don’t know,it’s just the emotions talking. I wish it’d...
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My birthday is in March. The best day of March, to be exact: March 21. The numbers surrounding my birthday are almost...
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March. The month of the 4th. Where only that...day matters and then its gone for another...
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