It's that strange time of day/year when it's my birthday, but it's too late for anyone to remember/care about it. I kind of like it. There's no fuss, there's only ample (sleepy) time to think, hmm. Goodbye, eighteen. You were useful for feeling all young and teenage-y. I now feel very in between. But hey, presents. They'll come later, when everyone
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