Last Cake
My Birthday again is today.
Before coming "1st May".
Happy to end the fake play.
To stop the acting at the way.
Everybody is now aware.
I don't have, in heart, dear.
At everywhere I was clear.
But nobody becomes fair.
I wrote the date on a lovely Cake.
Because of the party of real break.
Now I'm happy, I'm awake.
Today is reality not a fake.
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