Birthday how

Happy birthday to the w****

 today I turned 34 

and I don’t even remember my birth date 

I’m f****** crazy

 in the year too late 

and nothing’s ever going to change 

unless I do it and I die today 

and I’m not going to do it

 they say I’m too scared 

but I tried already the drugs just aren’t there

 no one’s helping me 

no one gives a f*** 

but that’s all I’m good for 

And I like it rough

 so happy birthday

 to the disgusting ugly me

 I’m Not Dead

 I just want to be

 and oh my God I’m only 33

 Can you just bury me under the floor because I don’t want to be a w**** at 34

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Sophia Bennett is an art historian and freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, symbolism, and artistic expression. With a background in Renaissance and modern art, Sophia enjoys uncovering the hidden meanings behind iconic works and sharing her insights with art lovers of all levels. When she’s not visiting museums or researching the latest trends in contemporary art, you can find her hiking in the countryside, always chasing the next rainbow.

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