• They think of me and my wandering

    by  • March 5, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Tomorrow I’ll be twenty years old.
    Fun right?
    Nope. Not for me,
    sure I’ll laugh, hug my friends, probably even go out at night.
    I’ll most likely end up drunk and cry myself to sleep.
    All I want for my birthday is to know whether or not that you remember twenty years ago tomorrow, you gave birth to me.
    Do you think about that?
    Does March 7th pass every year as just another day out of the year?
    Do you even think about me? Maybe even spend time crying at the thought?
    Every freaking year…. I just want to know.
    It’s not fair that I spend a majority of my time day dreaming about you, and I bet tomorrow you’ll be on your merry little way with your actual family and forget that I ever existed…

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