Holiday seasons aren't the same anymore, the once magical nights turned to lonely thoughts.
Opening presents are empty reminders of promises that can't be kept. A reminder that Christmas isn't what it used to be for our family.
Sacrifices are made just so we can sit around and pretend to be happy.
The past has tainted my favorite holiday, and now I hate the white nights.
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
