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Another Year
The passing of time is terrifying,
It’s too fast and rushing at me,
Rushing past me.
But today,
in a still and beautiful silence,
It is celebrated.
Happy birthday to me.
It’s too fast and rushing at me,
Rushing past me.
But today,
in a still and beautiful silence,
It is celebrated.
Happy birthday to me.
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