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Birthday

by @vj-briones

there's nothing special about birthday.. It's just the day you first feel the pain when the doctor slapped you in the ass. The day when you first feel the air, see the blurry light above, hear the noises of the world, the day you exist.. it's just a normal day. Nothing to celebrate about. I don't want to celebrate my step forward the staircase of age towards death and other bad scenario that will happen. I'm not happy about it. I just want to feel the day, enjoy everyday. Because birthday is the day when every people you know will greet you and pretend that they care and love you. The people who will be gone after your so called "special day". Every year we pass our birthday but the fact is we pass our deathday but we don't know.
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vj-briones
20 / M / Manila
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vj-briones
20 / M / Manila
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Oct 11, 2017
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