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Sometimes I hate the night
Sunlight gets tangled in the shadows and is swiftly consumed by starlight and thought finds a playground to ravage one's heart.
Insecurities stab deep as demons from yesterdark try to live in the tonight leaving one shaking and cold.
Mind flirts with buying wares offered , disoriented by past pain and deception.
I pray for morning to quickly come and to make clear the things which I "know" to be sure.
Sometimes I hate the night.
Insecurities stab deep as demons from yesterdark try to live in the tonight leaving one shaking and cold.
Mind flirts with buying wares offered , disoriented by past pain and deception.
I pray for morning to quickly come and to make clear the things which I "know" to be sure.
Sometimes I hate the night.
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