I'm okay with being twenty,
because today I woke up
and I decided that I was twenty.
Time didn't decide,
nor did numbers
or years,
I did.
My birthday is really just incidental.
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2 comments:
"Incidental" is such a terribly convenient word. I'd call it a phrase, actually- it's rather incidental that it gets called a word. Sort of like how "X" in math represents a particular or unknown quantity, "incidental" is representative of phrase AND word.
Sort of like how you decided to be twenty AND are twenty... <333
love you, baby girl. Happy birthday, girltimes.
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