In the shadow of Christmas, I stand, frayed,
Where chaos once danced, now only I’ve stayed.
It was never a season of peace, of light,
Just the storm of their voices, the weight of their spite.
The tinsel, the laughter—so foreign, so cold,
A hollowed-out ritual, a story retold.
Family gathered, yet I was erased,
A ghost in the silence, an empty...
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