Somebody secretly wants to slap me for blogging emo and want-to-die entries always. Don't slap me pls, you can try to win me over with your cliches. Hahaa. I'll take my words back, I'm actually really scared of them.
It's good, no birthday cake, no candles to blow out, no wishes to make. Somebody must have had invented it as a mean of self-delusion. It keeps you believing, for at least a year. I don't want to make useless, senseless, futile wishes anymore. They can't keep my faith for long.
You're always walking away.
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