you forgot my birthday and i was suddenly eight years old with a birthday hat on,
sitting alone waiting for someone to show up,
but they never did.
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Griefing Twenties
PoetryA book filled with poetry by a tortured poet, till her ink bled.
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you forgot my birthday and i was suddenly eight years old with a birthday hat on,
sitting alone waiting for someone to show up,
but they never did.
