Depression comes and leaves,
Saddness stopped after I gained hope,
I wish this fantacy would never end.Everyone is so loving, caring. 'Nice'.
People help each other, never doing wrong,
Christmas is meant to be an unhappy season?
Oh why do I feel so alive.I've turned off the televison, bored of its glaring rays,
Instead I'm phoning my dear friends, the ones I like so much.
Once again the snow is rising, gravity has just given up.But wait its all gone quiet, the musics stopped.
People are quiet, thinking,
About how they can change? Reasons struck them with force!
Reality flickers on and off; who knows what this coming year will bring.
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