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10 Jan

She pulled the blanket over her head.
Tried to breathe. The noise continued.

She couldn’t bear it. She really couldn’t. Why didn’t they just take that thing out and let her be?
It just went on. And on. And on.

All through the night. Destroying her peace of mind with it.
Why did she have to go through it?
Why couldn’t she just forget?

Pulling the blanket off, she sat up. The ticking of the clock took no notice of her antics.
The door opened.
She cringed. It was here.

“Happy birthday to youuu, happy birthday to you….”

As her family sang in five different keys, her eyes slid to the clock ticking away.
She knew what she was going to wish for when she blew out the candles.

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