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Dec 2019
Never been a fan of this holiday,
always lookin at the lies and troubles
I'm suppose to be happy this time of year
so why do i feel this empty?
where is all my cheer?
The cold hits like flash,
last leaf falling from the tree
It's that time of year
Bones
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Bones  Gender Nonconforming
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