Truth is, I avoided even remembering this date.
Truth is, it still hurts me.
Truth is, I missed you.
Truth is, I missed my son whose now an angel in heaven.
Truth is, I cried.
I'm human.
I'm sensitive.
Could have been 5 years.
Now it's down the drain.
All we have is the memory.
All we have is an angel in heaven.
I hope you're happy.
I'll pray you'll be at peace.
For our son's sake.
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