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Christmas
Shivering in the cold,
you put me in.
This thin white dress,
is nothing against.
Sanding at the door,
calling her name.
Through the windows,
I see her pain.
I run,
door to door,
trying to find,
somewhere warm.
Pounding at mine,
feeling ashamed.
Knowing I cant do anything,
but scream.
you put me in.
This thin white dress,
is nothing against.
Sanding at the door,
calling her name.
Through the windows,
I see her pain.
I run,
door to door,
trying to find,
somewhere warm.
Pounding at mine,
feeling ashamed.
Knowing I cant do anything,
but scream.
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