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On my birthday this year, I sadly learnt that you had no clue when my birthday is. Or put it bluntly, you never bothered to find out.
After getting over the initial negative emotions, I realised that not having you wish me on my birthday was the final straw for me to let you go, slowly. So, looking back, that revelation was perhaps the best birthday present I received this year.

Even though this comes a little too late, Happy Birthday to me.


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