Chapter 4 - Christmas

Jack Frost nipping at my heels, I shiver in the dancing lights along the winter days. They swirl around me like flames of eternal lights, showing hues of many sorts, catching with my locks of brown in a flow of a mystic dance. I see many inside there houses, wishing Merry Christmas, as they leave presents under the tree, making happy faces, but leaves mine willed with sorrow and pain.

How could I leave this days, watching others laugh at my face, and stab me with knives. Breaking my heart, pretending to be me friend. That will all change. One day. But now I wait, in this surrounding cold, watching the others in this down fall.   Streaming tears of hate, sadness, and sorrow......With this pain killing my side. I ask this question over again, Will I ever wake up, from this dream come true?

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