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Christmas Morning

The day started at quarter to 7, am... I did not feel like getting up For the week before had shown me the joys of sleeping in; but this day was different, this day was Christmas Until this moment the break had been fulled with happiness, love & the Gerber's cookies now tho, that had all changed, now it was different like the dark thunder storms that roll across the ocean skies, so too did my heart darken to a deep empty black even the moon did not shine that morn' with 'its light' that it only steals from the sun. I hate waking up early... even for presents
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kevin-mccarty
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Nov 27, 2011
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