Today is my
birthday. I am not sure if is a good thing or not. Only in that day does my
heart throb in a different way. I do not find a reason to be happy or sad. I
feel confused. You know you have one year more; you are aware that you are
alive. Furthermore, I should say that I have everything I have always wanted to.
In fact, it is often believed that you ought to be glad expecting a ‘happy
birthday’ and some presents. However, what the matter is I have no idea, but I
can not feel anything. I wish it didn't exist this day, neither the next, nor also the previous.
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. George Orwell.
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