Happy birthday to me.
I wonder how you can forget the joy, make it part of a distant past and untouchable ... when up to one second before it was the only tangible thing.
I wonder what I should do with all the pure intentions and actions.
Everything inconsistent.
I look at my bracelet.
And basically just a wish attached to my wrist, a desire not yet realized, can keep me company.
Happy Birthday, I wish you (not) all your dreams can come true.
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