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I sat there thinking how much it hurt that you called me on my birthday with her.
How low can you be to try and ruin my special day?
I didn't call you on yours, tears began to pour.
I hate you, how could you, what did I do?
I collect myself and dry my eyes as I silently sit and wonder why.
On my seventeenth birthday I cried many tears thanks to your cruelness and showing how you don't care.
Whats wrong with you?
I will remember this birthday each time I open a girl, because from you I got to cry birthday tears.