Nineteenth birthday.
But he hasn't acknowledged it.
You would think
That after three and a half years,
Just something.
You don't speak to me,
Like I'm the bad guy-
You use.
You lie.
You hide.
I know your secrets,
But now I have my own.
Happy birthday,
No surprise.

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