flutterbyvixyn's Letters
Six candles on a cake, a single gift that was your mistake
Seven candles this year, too young to process the fear
Eight candles aren’t enough to wish away this fate
Nine candles, how dare you take this day, It’s supposed to be mine
Ten candles, I try to wish away the memory again
Eleven candles. I don’t want this present you’ve given
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