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Oh how cruel the day is. Slant rays invade my space because the curtained covered windows can only bend them not completely conceal the light that I feel on my skin. Partially piercing my eyelids daylight becomes a strange shade Of red, orange, and annoyed. Warmth trumps cool sheets. Sunny Sunday sounds sneak in with the interrupting day. I wish it all would go away. Bring back the melatonin moments. Bring back the colors of the night dark, quiet, and tranquil as death with my memories still intact. But if I brought the evening back I would want to stay awake cause I love that silent night and hate that ******* sunlit day.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
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Oh how cruel the day is. Slant rays invade my space because the curtained covered windows can only bend them not completely conceal the light that I feel on my skin. Partially piercing my eyelids daylight becomes a strange shade Of red, orange, and annoyed. Warmth trumps cool sheets. Sunny Sunday sounds sneak in with the interrupting day. I wish it all would go away. Bring back the melatonin moments. Bring back the colors of the night dark, quiet, and tranquil as death with my memories still intact. But if I brought the evening back I would want to stay awake cause I love that silent night and hate that ******* sunlit day.
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Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
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