Dear My Birthday,
I'm glad that you come to me every year reminding my constant height and changing age. You are not grandly celebrated but when you visit me you come up with prayers , wishes and Goldie Oldie memories. And when you leave I'm already a year older.
It's sweet to have you back annually so that I can have the real count of my real friends. Each year along with my age the number of wishes I get too increases. That literally means I had been good enough to make some more richly real friends. The wishes and prayers you bring me - bold or italic in font, some a longer like my hair while others are shorter than my real eyelashes, some with GIFs and the others with real pictures, whatever it could be they are real and honest. I open all those real wishes with anxiety , then literally a smile pops up in my face like a birthday wish notification. Along with the wishes I counted good souls and vaste memories. They are all real, truly real, real like you.I pray god that all the prayers of those real souls to be accepted without delay.
Though your arrival decreases my lifespan. I expect your visit just to count my perfectly blessed real friends. Love you and my really real friends.
With 100% satisfaction,
Me.
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