we aren't held to our name, not bound to our age. our height and weight do not control who we are.
rather, our identities are where we yearn to go, how far we're hoping to rise. we are the thoughts lingering in our beautiful minds, the lyrics replaying our lives over and over and over again.
so much hate and distrust in such a small world we have shut ourselves in. it's not your first nor last of those that passed.
though, i confess: it's so hard to celebrate when we are so busy with the dead. even with all the ghosts weighing down on my back, i hope you know i sit upon my dark, healing heart and remember you at dawn. loving myself too.
happy birthday to you.
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