Merry Christmas.
We uncorked the cider and toast
so I can go back to my cave
Lights out,
Volume Up ipod,
and scare my daily hell. Cursed
daily ritual.
This twisted mind and I can not celebrate anything.
I envy is the truth, envy of many people they can,
say otherwise would be very hypocritical on my part.
But I have no return ...
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