To Christmas.

There's a void in me
that's where God is.
Should I head that way
where the world's going?

There's a hurt in me
that's where mom stays.
Should I tell her, yes,
I don't give a shit.

There's a truth in me
that's where dream lives.
Maybe the broken pieces
are the promises to keep.

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