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Cancer


Jan, 

It's my birthday and you didn't call. 

I hate you for all of this,

 even if it's not your fault.

It's been a year now, this is our special day.

How could do this?

It isn't fair that you went away. 

I understand that Heaven is busy, 

but you should make time,

because you did this to me

I didn't ask for this special connection, this isn't something we discussed.

You left me on this day,

you did this to us. 

It's me, not you, that I hate. 

I'm sorry for all the memories I didn't appreciate. 

I wish I could go back to January first,

the last time I saw you before the worst. 

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