(Don't read if you are having a great Christmas)
Fuck christmas
Two thousand and twelve
Matter of fact the whole year
And all it involved
Given everything
Without asking nor expecting
Then losing it in an instant
Left with only rejection
Back to avoiding Facebook
In fear of seeing her posts
Back to staying in bed all day
Back to talking to ghosts
Back to wanting to sleep
Without waking up
Back came confusion and anger
Which could soon erupt
Two thousand and thirteen
Can't come too soon
When that clock strikes twelve am
I'll strike a new mood
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