I remember the joy I used to have at Christmas, way before the soon to be ex whose name must never again be mentioned in public trapped me in a prison of marriage.
I remember the tree, the family get together and the happiness I had,, never to have that in the prison of marriage.
It is no wonder why there never was joy in prison,, it was all give, give, give and never receive.
I hope each of you out there, homeless or not, has joy today and is not in a prison. Peace.
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