Christmas

Christmas is Suicide, don't forget to be kind once it's over.

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The lights of the night were never more beautiful then how she would think.
its pitch black outside but she is brilliant.
I wished that she would come closer so that the dark wouldn't seem so intriguing.
I want it to stay black
we don't need the sun
her thoughts are the fire flies, the sky and the light in her eyes.
but now I have vitamin D all over my body and I'm warm.
Im so warm.
I miss the night sky.
Its not warm anymore.
its too late.
its too cold and its too late.

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