i used to hate my birthday. it felt like a mockery. i didn’t want to be alive most days. let a

i used to hate my birthday. it felt like a mockery. i didn’t want to be alive most days. let alone another year. but. what an accomplishment. when life is so precarious. 365 days of waking upagain.again.again.so much of it wishing i didnt but i did again.again.again.birthday again ? no problem -- source link

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