day two hundred and thirty five

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i know i've complained about this a lot, but i need to rant again. my belated birthday was yesterday, i couldn't help but think of my previous birthdays. they weren't as depressing as this one. my mother always brought me a chocolate cake with an attempt at a fondue all might on the front and no matter how bad it was, i always thanked her. she would make me wish before i blew out the candle. for all of those birthdays, i wished for things to get better.

things only became worse.

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