'Black December'
another black december, come to haunt me, these feelings from which i would run, which i would ban the tears, returned for one last stand until i fall, they'll hunt me still that screaming specter, long and shrill that shadow under which i weep but no one will weep for me this black decemberI hate Christmas. I find it the most depressing holiday of all. Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 23 2001 06:38 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"another black december, come..."