The day I turned 22 years old was sad because no one wished me a happy birthday
The day I turned 22 years old will forever remain etched in my memory, not because of the joy and celebration one would typically associate with a birthday, but because of the deep sense of sadness and loneliness that enveloped me. It was a day like no other, as it became painfully clear that no one had wished me a happy birthday.
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