It is snowing. Slowly the flakes are falling. The wind is blowing gently. Quite peaceful. It is winter. It is Christmas. But it will not be a normal one. Everything has changed. This year Christmas is surrounded by death, paint and tears.
And the snow is still falling so softly.
Falling like my broken dreams, all my hope.
You are breaking me every day, again and again and again ...
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