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Tomorrow is your birthday.
Every year I will wonder what you would've looked like as you turned a year older. On the day of your birth I will try not to dwell on your death, but I will wish on your candles for all of the birthdays we've lost. I will eat cake. I will tattoo your memory on my skin and I will cry. Celebrating your life will make the loss of that life all the more acute, but I will celebrate... because you were amazing... because you were my mother... because you were....
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