chapter 22: 'happy birthday'

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I think I read somewhere,

That all that our birthdays are,

Are just signs telling us to beware,

For the upcoming year,

Will be nothing like fair,

Perhaps reminders too,

Of who's here and who's not,

Of who stayed and who left,

That reveal who we fought,

And with anger pushed away

Until we're forced, on our own,

To walk life's pathway.

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