The Bleak
I Freak
Dark nights, dull dawn.
Always tired, heart torn
Tired from December and the months that went
Worried about living after the Christmas I spent
Now no more festivities to lighten up the dark
No now happening to bring beats to my heart
I freeze in the ever cold with no flowers to tend
Hpoing, praying, demanding that this January will end.
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