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I see more art in my sights at midnight, than at noon. I feel more emotions running through my veins at midnight, than at noon. I hear more music in your voice and more music outside at midnight, than at noon. I taste more stale air and silent breaths at midnight, than noon. I don't smell anything more at midnight, than noon. I am more alive at midnight, than noon because I'm accepting of the fact that I'm alone in a cold cruel world that will never do me justice. I can control the feelings I have when I'm most delirious, I know who's awake and ignoring me, than who's awake and avoiding me. I am more at midnight, than noon because I'm in control of everything crazy once it rests for the night, I don't ever rest. There is no rest for the wicked.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
Midnight/noon (there's no rest for the wicked)
I see more art in my sights at midnight, than at noon. I feel more emotions running through my veins at midnight, than at noon. I hear more music in your voice and more music outside at midnight, than at noon. I taste more stale air and silent breaths at midnight, than noon. I don't smell anything more at midnight, than noon. I am more alive at midnight, than noon because I'm accepting of the fact that I'm alone in a cold cruel world that will never do me justice. I can control the feelings I have when I'm most delirious, I know who's awake and ignoring me, than who's awake and avoiding me. I am more at midnight, than noon because I'm in control of everything crazy once it rests for the night, I don't ever rest. There is no rest for the wicked.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
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