On my birthday.
My 15th.
But I was wrong.
To believe that he would come.
To believe that I would feel his embrace.
To believe that I would see him smile.
To believe that I would see him well.
He choose not to come.
He choose to hurt me.
He choose to have my happiness into shreds.
I was a fool to even think that he would come.
He didnt even say the answer.
He didnt even explain.
Instead, he text me with a false message.
"Vicky. Happy Birthday! Daddy loves you."
Lies....
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