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Feb 2011
How the **** did this happen?
Two decades and nothing to show for it.

           Dreams unrealized.
           Plans forgotten.

Every day I'm closer to dying
And I have nothing to be remembered by.

I have no one. I am no one.

Candles, balloons, cake.
They make me gag.
It's all fake.
Just a distraction from the fact that we are dying and worthless.

**** birthdays.
Written by
Elizabeth Holt
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