My Blanket For Christmas, you gave me a blanket. That night I took it home, so when I slept I wouldn't be cold. What an amazing present I though, he keeps me warm even when he's not around. But when you drifted away it all became clear. The blanket wasn't to keep me warm , no. It was to give up on you holding me through the calm and the storm.
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