maybe there comes a time to get past celebrating birthdays.


i knocked on the door. half an hour earlier, i had called to make sure you would be up. i wanted to surprise you. but there was no sound. when i let myself in, the house was quiet. you had gone to bed. so i put the un-open, un-sung, un-cut cake into the fridge. it's your day after all and you can celebrate or not. but why do i feel disappointed?
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