You are messy. You have bad habits and bad manners. You bite the hands that feed you and make questionable decisions. You act like a buffoon sometimes and sulk if nobody is laughing. You are impulsive, immature and insensitive. Despite all your flaws, kinks and imperfections, I just can’t seem to get you out of my system. You are home to my loved ones and best friends and god damnit you better buck up or i’ll never forgive you. But i’ll probably still love you. Happy birthday, Malaysia. Luv ya.
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