I feel myself slowly climbing up the white hare's fur
I was born almost 19 years ago
But I've only been alive for about a week
So if my math is correct for more than 18 years I've been asleep
Unconscious with open eyes
Not living but afraid to die
Why
The uncertainty
Of what’s next
Possibly
But no more
No more
Hiding
No more
Ambiguity
Happy Birthday
Newborn Serenity
Isn’t she beautiful
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