In all the years we've been friends,
this is the first year I missed.
Mostly intentionally.
I was going to sing you a song,
but I couldn't pick which one.
I was going to write you a poem,
but the words wouldn't work.
I tried to write you a letter,
but everything is meaningless.
I tried to call you,
but I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry I missed your birthday.
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