June 1.
Happy birthday. I miss you. Every second of my life when I see myself fumbling with reality and rolling along with apparent grace. I miss you. Keeping face never losing composure. I miss you. Unfathomable wrath and rising blood pressure. I miss you. I value myself for being you.
Bohot din ho gaye. I miss you
I'll have a jet sport as your birthday cake.
I love you.
Like no other.
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