#91 remember, remember, the late nights of December.

I can still remember,
late nights of December,
when you were alone getting your shit together,
I was there for you,
trying to make you feel better.

Trying hard as I could be,
so you'd stop accounting all the negativities.

Just how easy was it for us to think that we were born to die.

I can still remember,
late nights of December,
we were getting hostile at each other,
our love's kept by a devilish bailor.

We were the judges of the two attendees.
Major benefactors to our distrusts and disbelieves.

But we chose to struggle, to stay by the fireside.

I can still remember,
late nights of December,
I was mad as a hatter,
a sudden realization: "I'm a failure.".

Running my hands all over the liquor.
Seeking for the absolute answers.

God knows how much we tried.

I can still remember.

And it can go on forever,
but my dears,
just like how everything begins,

it has the ends.

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