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You know what I really don't like about christmas?
The presents under the tree. All wrapped up and pretty. Don't get me wrong, I love them when I open them. I love giving them. I just hate them. They're secrets. I really don't like secrets. They're like lies people think they're keeping to be cute and all wholesome. Secrets are just so...not fun. I mean, I'm not trying to be a gossip, wanting to hear everything, but secrets just tear people up. They can fuck them over, make them happy. But shit. They can hurt like bitches when they come rushing out.
I do like our tree though.
The presents under the tree. All wrapped up and pretty. Don't get me wrong, I love them when I open them. I love giving them. I just hate them. They're secrets. I really don't like secrets. They're like lies people think they're keeping to be cute and all wholesome. Secrets are just so...not fun. I mean, I'm not trying to be a gossip, wanting to hear everything, but secrets just tear people up. They can fuck them over, make them happy. But shit. They can hurt like bitches when they come rushing out.
I do like our tree though.