Happy Birthday, Beluga. I promise to whisper my wishes, so that nobody knows about today. Oh, introvert baby, welcome to the future. You are now what you were going to be. Congratulations, if you see it that way. I assume you do not.Happy Birthday, Beluga. Blow out the candles with bubbles before anyone sees. Pop the balloons and throw them away or you'll choke. Stutter over questions meant to dictate who you are, and then pleasantly close the door in their faces. You never needed them, anyway. How useless they are to you.
Happy Birthday, Beluga. Celebrate tomorrow, when it's too late for the damage to occur. You didn't want to grow up. You loved who you were, baby. A year gone, a year past, and you're not the baby anymore. Hide your face in the shallows as someone takes your place. No longer special, no longer the baby, Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday, Beluga.
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