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Loneliness weighs heavily On the edge of the night. Somebody told me It would all be alright. I’m waiting on that promise Because I can’t turn out the light. The shadows are too menacing, The monsters - just out of sight. Can’t escape the hunger Without an appetite, So I slash with my pen And I bleed what I write. But the candle is waning And hissing with spite. I can’t hold off the darkness, So with that, goodnight. - - - - - - - -
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
in that sleep of death what dreams may come
Loneliness weighs heavily On the edge of the night. Somebody told me It would all be alright. I’m waiting on that promise Because I can’t turn out the light. The shadows are too menacing, The monsters - just out of sight. Can’t escape the hunger Without an appetite, So I slash with my pen And I bleed what I write. But the candle is waning And hissing with spite. I can’t hold off the darkness, So with that, goodnight. - - - - - - - -
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xaha
23/F/SF
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
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