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Do you feel different after your birthday passes? Or does everything stay the same?

Liliana Owen, Journalist

I used to think
That thirteen was a magical number
That when I turned thirteen,
All my worries would melt away,
That my life would be a fairy tale.


Well, I turned thirteen,
Over a year ago,
And life is still the same
As it was before
My thirteenth birthday came.


I thought that the second of the minute
Of the hour of the day I was born
Would be magical
But that hope, unfulfilled,
Leaves me forlorn.


For that second, that minute, that hour
Yea, even that day!
Has come and gone–passed away
And I’m no different,
Still mostly just the same.