yes, i have eaten. i have eaten another year of wisdom, pollution and wasted time. i have gained a year. i have aged. i am now twenty-one years old. what i have eaten, it did not taste sweet, but it was not too bitter. just very mediocre tasting. very... dull. no spice, no saltiness, no watering of the mouth.
no claps. no cheer. no encouragement, but no dissin'. no fuck you go to hell. no i love you. simply, happy. happy birthday. happy birthday to you. a blow of wind, and into the darkness disappears the two long candles of ten years each. next year, another. and the next, another. soon, too many candles on the cake, there shall be. and then one year, no cake with candles. the candles will be lit for my funeral.
happy birthday. not much happened. i did not expect much, so not much came. or it was never supposed to come. either way, nothing much to be much talked about. i am simply another burden in this world, another human eating wasted time. munching. munching. gulping it down, and breathing another mouthful in.
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