winter,

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Winter is my least favorite.

the leaves are dead.

my fingers feel like they are.

my skin turns lighter.

its hard to go to sleep.

and when i think it will get better,

it snows.

chills go down my spine as i sit alone,

saying...

"merry christmas to me."





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