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Just 3 more hours.

Just 3 more hours, and the clock strikes midnight… DOOONNNG! It’s my Birthday now… just 3 more hours, and I will have the chance that is given to me once a year to pretend that my wishes can come true. All that in 3 more hours…

Just 3 more hours, and they will all pretend like they know me so well… Happy Birthday they would say in each hour, and I will do nothing but smile and nod while saying thank you to this and thank you to that. So what if I’m turning 23? It doesnt mean I’ll get luckier in finding a job… or a guy. Just means that I’ll advance in being a failure in my mothers eyes…

Just 27 more hours, and everyone will turn their heads away and act normal again… I only have to survive 24 hours, in just 3 more hours. In just 3 more hours, thoughts like: i dont deserve to blow my own candles, will consume my thoughts… but no one will know as I try to win the best smile of the year…

Just 3 more hours to go. 

DOOOONGGGGGGGGGG!

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