Lying in a ditch is no fun. I wanted to be home for Christmas. And here I am. Long way from home. Bleeding. Watching it all flow away. The worst thing is, is that I may never hold her hand again or do spoons. But I'm watching the drops fall and am praying that nothing worse falls on my head.
But then again, torture is worse.
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Christmas == Torture
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