*deep breath*
Happy...birthday...to me.
Happpppyyyyy....birthday...toooo me.
Happpppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy Birthday, to me.
HAAAAPppppPPYYYYY Birthday, tooooooo meeeeeeeee!!!
I'm 25. :) I'm alive, healthy, childless, loved and loving, still my mother's child, still blessed with my grandmothers presence. Nutured by women to love them, intrigued by men, to love them. I'm ME...in every way imaginable. I'm who I am from the tops of my almost blond locs to the ends of my cracked and dry toes. From the Id that overwhelms me, to the sub ego that I refuse me see. And I've lived for a quarter of one hundred years. Twenty five that is. 25.
Happy Birthday, GirlChild.
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