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What’s the point of birthdays…
When they are dead…
When only ghosts remain…
Inside our head…
Echoes of someone…
We once knew…
And we still love…
That much is true…
Remembering each day…
Without being reminded…
By an anniversary…
Fucking up the weak minded…
Opening locked boxes…
Forcing apart wounds…
That will never heal…
Forever feeling marooned…
And left asking questions…
Forever asking why…
Holding back the tears…
Because big boys don’t cry…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
Happy Birthday J? 😉 Why big boys can’t cry? You delivered another nice write again 🙂
Beautifully penned
Beautiful words… *hug*