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Your Only 24th Birthday

The bulb flashes.
Catches you in mid-air
as you
tumble off the table.
Balloons, 
streamers,
people yelling,
music pounding,
but nothing seems too loud 
for you.
Nothing seems too bright.
Everything just seems a little fast.
You’re spinning,
but even when you stop 
the room still keeps swirling.
People chat about nothing
(they think it’s something
but really just 
completely
absolutely
empty 
(devoid
of any
thought
or depth)).
Things start 
to blur
a little,
then more.
Ripples in the 
toilet water,
then just before the darkness
you know is coming hits,
you pray not to
have to turn 25 
or hell,
to even wake up again.

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