Birthdays used to have meanings
Cetain achievements attached to the year
Congratulations for living through another year
Here is your gift - you can drive/vote/drink
Time seems to be speeding
A single grey hair pulled out in horror, is no longer unusual
My time for writing is when I jot down words on a napkin
How many thoughts were forgotten on an endless role of register tape
I look in the mirror and don't even remember what I'd done that day
Life is an endless preperation for when your life will really begin
I just hope I'll see that time, and won't fall asleep when I get there

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