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On October 15, 2013

Christmas brings up the worst in me,
I bury in, in the deepest ocean.
No one can lift me up.
The Sun shines up the best on you,
you're above all, made all of the gold.
No one can climb so high up.

The-Whole-Is-All about you, about the love, (so fun!);
All that is so moving, (one big tide, wooo...!),
but it leaves me empty and alone.

I don't pretend that you can measure  my need or see my pain.
I don't get sad or cry like the others that you may know.
I just keep trying, crawling in the mud.
I just keep on trying, and it's for nothing.