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Presents
written by loner_girl05:02 AM 12/21/04I could see bright coclored paper
and a card that says To: le
That is my present?
That is for me?
After all the times i'm wished
Santa finally came!
He left me a gift!
And he does knows my name!
I opened the paper
and the box that was held inside
My eyes were so bright
But then it all died
There was nothing
in this colorful box
And when i ran away and cried
my heart re-fastend it's locks
I should have known better
There's would never be anying for me
No presents, ever
Under my Christmas tree
Happy Fuck'in Holidays |
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