Christmas Day, 2 pm, I just dropped my son at his mothers and I am three beers into a Christmas Day drunk and they're going down without an effort.. there are some presents left under the tree, unwrapped, waiting for tomorrow when i get him back and i can see the joy on his face but for now, i have 21 more presents from myself, to unwrap then i'll pass out wishing you were here next to me.....Birth sign: Libra
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