Today, is my birthday

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„They said
I was born today.

They said,
I should be loved.

I wasn’t.

They said I was unwanted,
a mistake that should never have been allowed to breathe.

I couldn’t be loved.

I wasn’t.

I wanted to be loved.

I wasn’t.

How do you love
the living evidence of a rape?

You do not.

Today is my birthday.

The cake stands uncut.

The candles are not lit.

Nobody gives a fuck.”