Birthdays are sweet.
Sweet like the birthday cake;
Sweet like the excitement for the upcoming event;
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School is over
The sun is shining,
It's a warm day,
The air is filled with emotion:
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Dear past self,
We didn't die.
We didn't give up.
We didn't see our last day yet.
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Admire them from afar,
Like the beautiful star they are.
You want to feel them close,
But is it worth it?
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Intertwining my fingers with yours
A familiar, intimate touch
But this one feels different.
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Birthdays
Birthdays are sweet.
Sweet like the birthday cake;
Sweet like the excitement for the upcoming event;
Sweet like the wishes for a fantasy world;
Sweet like the new opportunities you open;
Sweet like the sight of seeing pictures of your old self and being proud of your growth.
Birthdays are bitter.
Bitter like the slightly hardened, days old cake;
Bitter like the lost of the childhood wonder;
Bitter like the feeling of never seeing your wishes come true;
Bitter like the loss of orientation in your goals;
Bitter like the sight of seeing pictures of your old self and wishing it was like then.
Birthdays are bittersweet.
You eat the cake, even if it's slightly hardened;
You aren't as excited, but your inner child is still celebrating;
You still make wishes, because there's still a part of you that believes in them;
You feel like everything is possible, and that overwhelms you with hope and terror;
You take a selfie of you smiling, knowing you'll feel like you both failed and succeeded when you look back at it.
Will you take the risk of getting wasted, for something that can't be reached?