I'm turning 20 Tomorrow and all we did all day was fight keep on reminding that I'll alwaysowe you and reminding me of what I didn'tdo right I'm sorryI'm not rich I'm sorryI can'tdriveI'm sorry I'm sorry I'mtired I'm really numb my birthday is Tomorrow what doI do I wasn't important enough for my 16th so I'm definitely not important now except this time it's my faultthis time no one's here because I ran away i just lost my Facebook password ok i was planning to comeback when i felt ok but i guess not oh well tht doesn't change anything cant be mad if no one comes cuz I gave up on my friends I don't want anyone to hurt me no moreI thought tht was easy to understandbut I guess I mean I truly don't care if I can't keep a man no onecan be real or fake if I disappear from allthe friends I make this is the wrong road to walk on but I've tried the others so what
I'm tht persontht fades like the smiles I force on my face I'm tht girl that you run into at the store thenyou remember "oooohh yea you I remember you hey we should hang out sometime" then she gives you her numberyou go on about your day while hers waste away waiting for you text and set a date except I've learned that having hope is joke and you shouldn't do that or else what u hope is also a joketht isnt funny unless you're the one doing it....so I'm turning to 20 no matter how I view it so age isn't just a number it's a bomb and I need to defuse it.....
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I would like to translate this poem
It was ok i ate doughnuts so im happy now.... 🙂