This silent night
It tears me up inside
And I can feel you still
Creeping thoughts and weak will
The joy that I can’t find
Can never escape this tired mind
Sometimes if I just close my eyes
Its like I’m still alive in this disguise
Stoic Poetry
Silent Night
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 
Can feel this. 🙂
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