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Happy Birthday

happy birthday happy birthday, again. 9/24/2010 6:10:00 AMage is not a number. its a state of mind. we all compile our scars, hide them from the world. and each scar we hide, we get that much older. so happy fucking birthday EVERYONE! go celebrate. you deserve it. you miserable souls. go find yourselves some new scars. some new vice to ruin your life with. be it drinking, drugs, lying, cheating. And dont you fucking dare cover those scars up! Because its your birthday. And no one wants to feel old on their birthday. feeling old yet? you dont? how about now? just think back. who have you hurt? when you were little, who didnt you share with? in elementary school, who wouldnt you push on the swings? in junior high, whos clothes did you make fun of? throughout your lifetime, whos existence have you made a living hell? OR feeling old yet? you dont? how about now? come on. just think back to whom have you shown love? in pre-k, who did you always smile at? a teacher? a friend? in fifth grade, did you ever meet someone you knew deep down you would meet again, seven years later. maybe some sunny day on a wooden bridge a convergence of lost souls. who, while not realizing they were on a journey, found their destination, and were happy. i know youre feeling old now dont deny it. how much older are you now, than you were then? technically years, days, hours and seconds. but I feel like eons have passed. the continents have shifted. Now only fossils keep me company. 9/24/2010 6:10:00 AMfeeling old yet? you dont? how about now? just think back. who have you hurt? when you were little, who didnt you share with? in elementary school, who wouldnt you push on the swings? in junior high, whos clothes did you make fun of? throughout your lifetime, whos existence have you made a living hell? OR feeling old yet? you dont? how about now? come on. just think back to whom have you shown love? in pre-k, who did you always smile at? a teacher? a friend? in fifth grade, did you ever meet someone you knew deep down you would meet again, seven years later. maybe some sunny day on a wooden bridge a convergence of lost souls. who, while not realizing they were on a journey, found their destination. and were happy. i know youre feeling old now dont deny it. how much older are you now, than you were then? technically years, days, hours and seconds. but I feel like eons have passed. the continents have shifted, and the fossils keep me company. 9/24/2010 6:10:00 AM

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This is a free verse poem about what it really means to age.

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Date: 1/14/11
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