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Tis the Season of Hell
Tis the season of hell, Spending money you don't have to make others smile bright. While your dieing inside, wishing upon an angels wing that it would be all over already. While putting gifts under the tinseled tree. Tis the season of a New Year's Grinch, The Grinch from hell marching to the beat of his own song. Tis the season of hell, the hot firing lava under my feet. The coldness in my soul, for a holiday that I wish was never condoned. Tis the season of hell, spending this season in a dark room. I can only hope! Tis the season of hell, For fake smiles and fake heart felt hugs. Tis the season of all the deceitfulness that comes with the holiday. Tis the season of me being the Grinch with a small heart, And the scrooge that's not far behind. Tis the season to the loneliness that comes my way and the never ending depression that has to stay. And all the big tears that have come my way. Tis the season, Tis the season, Tis the season of all the hell that will be u leashed for days to come.
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