Am I even living?

I wonder if I’m alive, if people think about me or remember me. I usually detest my birthdays and the last one a few days ago confirmed it — not even N500 credit entered my phone. Nothing! I cried myself to sleep. One of the deepest sleeps I’ve ever had. I’m not lucky with love either. I laugh with tears in my eyes like I’m doing right now.

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