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Merry Fucking Christmas
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July - December 2005 Lying in bed,
Letting the butterflies feast on my insides,
Not how Christmas morning should be spent.
12.02.
Waiting for the first person to open their bedroom door.
Who'll be the first to brave a smile?
Wars are going to break out today,
I don't intend on being the first to enter the battlefield.
But hark!
What's this?
No Herald Angel singing,
Dad's going for a piss.
Pissedmas Day begins,
I can't believe He bothered to die for our sins.
I'm sorry to hear your xmas did not go well. Know you have a friend here at the site if you need someone to talk to.