Happy birthday to me.
*applause*

Hello.

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What's a firework over a dark blue sea that never burns, never shoots across the sky.. never lives enough to die.

Low low low

- So what could be worse than not being loved?

- Having to live with it.

It's the nights that are the worst.

We may get past the sun, 

Chasing nightfall as one.

But that is where you leave,

And I begin.

Alone.

A new low.

What could be worse than not being wanted?

Not being loved.

Life happens all the time.

For hours on end,

Did the stars weep,

As the moon pulled,

And the tide crashed.

So much was destroyed.

The sun would see,

What remained of all

That he had left

Behind, for another day.