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Another Birthday.
A hopeless year flew by. And time has never felt more hurting.
Does that make sense? Maybe not.
But nothing makes sense anymore.
Drew's twenty-three today. Don't know what's in store for him this year, it appears to be as dark and bleak as the one that just went by.
Is there no God who'll listen to every quaking plea that leave my lips?
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