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Night is the time for weakness when it's okay to cry, to scream until your mouth is sour, to let your facade die. In the corner your bedroom no one can see your pain, and no one will ever hear what you shout inside your brain. Night is the time for healing, for your mind to rest and grow, when your days are all too stressful, and your self-love is too low. Alone inside the darkness you can seek and find your way, so when the sun is rising you'll get through another day.
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC
The Time for Weakness
Night is the time for weakness when it's okay to cry, to scream until your mouth is sour, to let your facade die. In the corner your bedroom no one can see your pain, and no one will ever hear what you shout inside your brain. Night is the time for healing, for your mind to rest and grow, when your days are all too stressful, and your self-love is too low. Alone inside the darkness you can seek and find your way, so when the sun is rising you'll get through another day.
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16/F/Sweden
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC
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