There are exactly 3 people around me. All singing happy birthday. My legs trembled and my fists clenched. And I blew out my candles. I didn't make a wish. I couldn't tell you the last time I did. Maybe when I was 10 and naïve and thought things could change. But I've been praying for 8 years for things to get better for something to change. For maybe just maybe the weight on my chest to be lifted off for a single second. I could wish for money or to be happy. But I can't think of a single thing I want. I guess once you got on your knees and begged to God to make it stop and he doesn't. You don't really believe blowing out a candle will change anything.
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The live's I've lived
شِعرThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
