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Dec 2017
Twenty-two years ago
My mom made a big mistake
She gave birth to me
A cursed child
There is no such thing as happy birthday
Why do everyone keep saying happy birthday to me?
Well, at least there is a good thing
I'm one step closer to death now
So, I guess I should be happy.
Written by
Aerinlia  21/F/Jakarta, Indonesia
(21/F/Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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