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How can I change something if it just amounts to nothing?
How did I make something out of nothing at all?
How can I make money when I don't care about money?
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Feels like the first time, feels like the first time
I'm holding on to a thread, or a blurred line
Watching the birds fly, swallow my words
I'm gone, show you my worst side
I care about it, I care about it
I saw you smiling, I care about it
A curse of violence, my world is silent
I keep it silent, I keep the title
I creep in silence, I feel divided
I grieve in silence, I feel divided
I saw you smiling, I care about it
I care about it, I care about it
I've stayed up so many moons
I've been waiting for you, I don't know what to do
I want the darkness to take over for me too
But the pain be true, take it away from you
You disrespect SG then they gon' sentence you
I'm with the drain, it's true, thinkin' 'bout draining you
Blood dripping on my Margiela shoes
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Santa was an old man. Older than anyone else on Earth, really. He had seen empires rise and fall, cultures blossom and burn. But this? Maybe once in the twenties there had been something like it, but nothing close to what he felt now.
A tear rolled down one of his cheeks as he stuffed the package down the cursed stocking and turned to finish placing the gifts. They had raped Christmas.
And he could do nothing about it.
Merry ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Christmas.
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