There comes a point where holidays stop being fun
All excitement drains from your life
Christmas eve starts feeling like another Sunday
Your love for life slowly fading
School starts to consume your waking hours
Spending all of your time doing homework
But while all of this is happening, you're too blind to see
That your love for life is slowly fading
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Happiness
PoetryToday in school all I was able to write was the first poem so... enjoy? It's mostly super sad. I continue to add poems in this because sadness comes and things happen. (Also I get bored). I have looked up on the interwebs and apparently I have somet...
