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i remember that a decade happens

every ten years.

and then another one passes, another one arrives

i remember years ago, on august

that i had my 10th birthday and it was awesome

i still wore glasses, but i didn't care much

and contacts are sometimes still a bother

but its also ironic when, a month later

your grandmother dies of cancer

i remember that my mother came to the house

of another friend that we lived in temporarily

and broke the news, i sort of knew all along

i couldn't cry because i couldn't process

and just like that, i forgot about my birthday