Bleak

Bleak

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I hate Christmas but I love to see the snow. What's the point in Christmas if no one is giving gifts? I hate to cry alone but I hate it when you see, And I hate being miserable but I'm scared of being happy. And what's the point in hiding teardrops from the people who caused them? They might as well see their good work.
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TRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.

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