September, September.
You were a spring in my step, yet cold on my shoulders. Windy with messages but I am glad you happened.
A good month bach at sixth form, busy and hardworking but that's exactly how it should be. You brightened me up from August, I thank you for that. I am not the person I was when I greeted you thirty days ago, and I thank you again.
Until next year, my friend.
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