I have never been enthusiastic about my birthday but to the people around me it has somehow become important.
I don't feel any special this day, it's just a day.
It rather feels much void then other days.
My father will always be the first to wish me "happy birthday my doll."
My mother will cook my favorite meal.
My brother will get me my favourite cake.
But did it make the void go away it my heart? Did it lesson the pain? Did it make me happy.
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Demon's
Документальная прозаSadness is something we all experience. It is a normal reaction to difficult times in life and usually passes with a little time. It is a real illness. It is not a sign of a person's weakness or a character flaw. You can't "snap out of it"
