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Aug 2015
I both love and dread the night.
While bringing hope for a new day,
it also brings floods of thoughts that never cease.
Thoughts that can flip your world upside down or just simply make you want to disappear.
Not all these thoughts are bad,
Some are memories,
Memories of holding the one closest to your heart and never wanting to let go, or even just sitting, talking, bonding.

I spend my days wishing for night,
but I spend my nights wishing for more day.
Michael Ream
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   ryn and mark cleavenger
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