April 18, 2009
By xabstract7x SILVER, Centerville, Indiana
xabstract7x SILVER, Centerville, Indiana
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Its Christmas eve and i cant sleep
This is how it always was.
The memories cut too deep
and my heart aches like it always does

No one is here to share the mistletoe
and the presents lay under the tree hastily wrapped
With each passing second the more cynical I grow
and the emotions flow untapped

This isn't a moment you can glorify
Don't slap a bow on me
I am opposed to loneliness and would rather die
So come and come quickly

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