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Today, was my birthday...
What did I expect?

I expected that people... The ones closest to me to at least acknowledge the day...

I expected that people close to my heart will at least wish me...

Sigh...
I was wrong.

I am always wrong.

No one remembered my birthday.
Not one.

I think I don't even exist for them.

There is no one who notices my presence...

I am the fly on the wall...
Everyone swats me away.

Three days from now, I'm gonna stop living.

Three days, to set everything up.

Three days, to finally say goodbye to the world.

Three days.

Just Three Days......

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