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My December
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My December |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA 
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(This is the way I felt back in my lonely days.) The days were cold and black I felt the darkness drawing close I could picture my worst fear Oh the sadness I could feel I was lonely Nobody to care for me But I showed nobody How sad I really was All I could feel Was the darkness taking over During my sad lonely December Cold hands means a warm heart |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
That hurts. But now you have me.  What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Julie, I'm so sorry you went through those days too like I have, I know these days though I call the Septembers because those were always the most depressing months when I was a little boy! (sigh) This is heartfelt, sweet friend, God Bless your heart, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Julie, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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