I'm late.
I've never been late.
It only goes to show how much I've moved on since then.
I don't wanna forget you still,
but I guess I am.
Every year I used to be angry,
bitter,
grieving.
This year, I'm far too focussed on getting my Mr. Right to think about you.
Sorry.
I've moved on,
S has moved on,
K has moved on.
We've all moved on.
You can stop worrying about us now.
Rest in peace,
and bloom beautifully in heaven.
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