Birthdays. I really don't like them. For me, they are a reminder of what's been lost. Not youth, but something much deeper.
I was born with an identical twin. She's in a Heaven now. The world never knew her; she lived just over eight hrs. Some could say I didn't even know her. But there's this bond. I don't understand it nor can I explain it, I just know it's there. I'm left to live with emptiness inside. It never goes away. No matter how old I get, the loss is there –as is the ache within. No matter how old I am, I cannot ignore the sadness I feel.
Birthdays. I really don't like them.
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