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The very finest Christmas gifts
Are not found below the tree;
They are never tied with ribbons,
Nor are they something one can see.....
Yet among the lights so bright
And presents wrapped and gay,
They are the finest gifts of all
For everyone's Christmas day.
It's the sense of love and peace
That shines in people's hearts,
It's the good will of the season,
In which each may have a part.
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All my life I have know that I am different. I have trouble with my thinking and processing information. I have trouble in keeping close friends. I am afraid of living, and I don't really know why. I am good at pretending everything is all right, by just gritting my teeth and just charging ahead and getting through the rough spots, but inside I am afraid of failure and getting critized for things I do. I am hoping someone can help me, or at least understand me.
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