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Dec 2013
Christmas Eve gets easier,
to go to bed,
every year
I'm becoming my parents and Christmas is meaning less and less every year.
I used to love this holiday, and now its just another day, I'll go to bed without smiling, and tomorrow will be the 26th, but you could have told me yesterday was.
The Masked Sleepyz
Written by
The Masked Sleepyz  Honolulu, HI
(Honolulu, HI)   
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