cheers to another year,

i thank the disturbed,
for making it less lonely
though powerless, we are free
despite the harsh reality
the thorns that choked your voice,
it doesn't matter,
for we had given our best,
and we knew that to be alive the next day
is always a miracle.

so be proud,
for the death wishes you've held,
because you silently knew,
how much it takes so much to be here today,
alive and breathing.

let's toast to another year,
of nothingness,
of emptiness,
a toast, to the noises, to the chaos,
a toast, to the broken, to the unspoken,
a toast, to the temporary, to the insanity,
as they are the evidence,
of how far you've traveled now.

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happy birthday, dear self.