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I hate the spring
Because it smells like a schoolyard, like a rubber band about to snap, like unreachable expectations. I reeks of change and hope that sours like milk in the sun. It smells like an wild animal about to pounce on its vulnerable pray.
It makes me nauseous, it wets my socks, it burns my eyes and It looms over me like the inevitable end of all that is good.