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On the Christmas day I offer myself The gifts I never got when I was a kid. Life is a weird thing I'm like my own child But how do I compensate the warmth they never gave?
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
My own child
On the Christmas day I offer myself The gifts I never got when I was a kid. Life is a weird thing I'm like my own child But how do I compensate the warmth they never gave?
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
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