its almost christmas. me and my mother are putting up our christmas decorations, remember last year when you danced around with me, as we hung lights up? remember how i smiled? yeah those days are over. i looked out my window and saw you and megan hanging stockings. you've moved on. why can't i?
~awsten
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secrets ; gawsten
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