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I Hate December

All I know is what I feel

And what I feel is all too real

It's pecking hard

It's cracked the egg

It's come to life



Oh God I hate December



All I know is what I dream

But lately dreams, have been such scary things

Of suicide and frozen ice over my pale body



Suffocating December

I Hate December /

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