My birthday woohoo not

by Miranda   Aug 5, 2011


The worst day of the year has finally come up
no its not labor day
its the big pain
my birthdays
i hate it
march 8th the day i dread most
the stupid parties that aren't needed
like who needs a boucnie house
i would use it to climb up high and jump to the ground
it would be fun to break my legs
but then everyone would shower me with love
I'm not ungrateful
all i want on my birthday is...
money
sharp razor
and food
maybe a roof over my head
but i dont really need a big birthday bash
lets just sit back and smash some heads
dont be mean to me
remember its still my day of birth

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