This is my December.
This is my time of the year.
This is my December.
This is all so clear.
This is my December.
This is my snow-covered home.
This is my December.
This is me alone.
And I just wish that
I didn't feel like there was
something I missed.
And I'd take back all the
things I said to make you
feel like that.
And I just wish that
I didn't feel like
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