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Dec 2022
Trying to make calculations of it all,
Nothing seems to make sense
Everything is just shackles of glasses,
Where it is forever new,
Feels like there is nothing to look forward to

Others grieve their loved ones,
Others have no meal to share amongst each other,
But others have, Yet with no one to share it with,
Others tries to keep it together,
Yet it feels like it doesn't wanna be kept

Lord, we are so empty,
So is this Christmas...
Written by
HOPE  28/F/South Africa
(28/F/South Africa)   
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