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White Christmas


Everyone wants some type of a snowy Christmas,

But if you ask me

I don't want one.

The snow blankets everything that is wrong with the world.

How is that okay?

We all pretend to be okay, 

But we just want everyone to realize that there is problems to be realized,

People don't want to say it,

But they show it.

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