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It has become night, the most dangerous time. When everything seems to come out and try to push you into the dark part of your mind. The thoughts you push away come out. You struggle falling asleep. So, you turn on the radio but the song him and you listened to comes on and you start crying. You remember everything. You are not safe at night time. You stay awake for as long as you can, until you have become exhausted and your eyes slowly start closing. Your final thought is, I hope my dreams don't torture me.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
Nights.
It has become night, the most dangerous time. When everything seems to come out and try to push you into the dark part of your mind. The thoughts you push away come out. You struggle falling asleep. So, you turn on the radio but the song him and you listened to comes on and you start crying. You remember everything. You are not safe at night time. You stay awake for as long as you can, until you have become exhausted and your eyes slowly start closing. Your final thought is, I hope my dreams don't torture me.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
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