A Christmas Poem

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It's not about the presents under the tree,

Or the stockings on the chimney.

It's not about the color scheme, or the pause we take at lights we see

It's not about cookies or sweets, or all the good eats.

Its not even about time with friends and moments with family.

It's not about elves on shelves,
Or the stories we tell.

It's not about snowmen and angels, or even that white blanket in general.

It's not about these things, not a chance in hell.

It's about fighting the urge to freaking kill myself.

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Merry Christmas! I thought it would be fun to write a Christmas poem that ended with depression cuz why not ? That's a plot twist haha
Anyways, sucky surprise but I thought it was cute (and a bit depressing, sorry). Plus, ain't nobody gonna read it :p
😘

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