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Happy Birthday?


His birthday is coming. Presents are arriving in the mail. He's older than me but is treated differently. Because of his fake smile His ability to charm makes people forget He can do so much harm. My birthday is coming too. And I know. Despite buying for you, I'll be left out. Minds play tricks, people are cruel. I don't expect presents and balloons. I don't want a cake. I'd like to know that if I died tomorrow There'd be somebody at my wake.
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