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wethedreamers
wethedreamersAnd we're a million miles away.
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My birthday was last Friday, on the 5th. It was a bad day. It's been a bad week. In a bad year. In a bad... yeah.

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by wethedreamers

I just turned 23. I still feel like a child.

Please don't give me presents, unless the gift is time.

I just turned 23. There's still nothing special about me.

Meanwhile, my childhood friend just exchanged rings.

I just turned 23. I don't feel like myself.

I've never been mine. Daughter, sister, friend, nobody else.

I just turned 23. I wanted to be held.

My birthday was a cold one. I didn't expect anything less.

I just turned 23. On that day, all I did was slept.

Sleeping through this year; wake me on the next.

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