I don’t know what do people
think, when it’s close to their birthday;
But I think about the
death most of all; remembering the dates on graves.
And I can’t understand
how person may forget self’s birthday;
Maybe life is so kind or
so harsh to them.
Or maybe they are so busy
not actually living.
. . .
I think without me life
will be better or worse to the people who were around me somehow;
But it won’t stay as it is.
27.10.2013
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