Every summer
Her family had a barbecue
To celebrate her birthday.
And every summer
She would receive hugs
That would make her grimace
as they came in contact with her arms.
And every summer
They would ask
"Why the sweater?"
And every summer
She would turn away and whisper
"I was cold."
And every summer
She would smile a sad smile
As she blew out her candles
And wished to die.
And this summer
Their were tears in her eyes
As she said "I love you" and "see you soon"
And this summer
There was no barbecue
Because this summer
There was no birthday.
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