DECEMBER

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DECEMBER

In the cold nights of December,
I lay awake in my bed.
Crying endlessly, hopelessly,
Thinking it'll be over when the sun comes.

But then remembering, who am I kidding?
The memories we made will be reminders.
Reminders that can never go away,
Go away, walk away like the way you did.

- sssyeinnn

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