the lights of the christmas tree
glow on the faces of the children
around it
it's "the most magical time of year"
but you see,
it's only for those who still believe
believe in the good in the world
and believe in pure magic
we've all lost that innocence
and in place of this
there is now this pain that springs
alongside the happiness
of seeing these innocents
celebrate their complete and utter
hope that the world is magic
because it's beautiful
but we'll never feel that again
and it just hurts.
and it doesn't stop hurting.
someone please tell me when it stops hurting
all because we know now that
the universe will let us down
more often then not
but maybe, just maybe
there is still good
in the world
maybe we just have to work
a little bit harder to
see through all the bullshit
to see the bright shiny things kids see
and maybe,
just maybe this christmas we'll
all get our rose coloured glasses back
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girl unraveled
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