The title can define the day no longer
I refuse to except it is what it is in the hopes it will make me stronger.
Christmas, December, Tuesday, all imposed on me and the moments
Well, we're done! I believe that this structure is leaving me hopeless.
But for the shifting seasons and day and night
The only thing now that will give away my plight
Is the turn of a smile or beginning of a frown
As I slowly break these traditions down
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