I was cold. My fingers hurt, they were red.The cold was biting on my cheeks.Tears rolled down my face, the wind made it feel as if they were freezing.I was outside in the cold,all alone.No one cared.They walked passed me, all smiling, talking about the joys of Christmas.Girls clinging to a mans arms.
I wish i was as lucky as them.They had someone, someone who cared.
I was all alone on Christmas Eve.Some girl who passed par looked at me.Her smile turned acide, sure and she let out a disgusting sigh.she looked to a friend who was with her and said,"Ugh.....It's that thing.""Awww.. he is all alone," said...
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