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Mar 2016
I hate this time of night
When nothing seems quite right

The silence sets in, it's a deafening roar
Everything about this time of night I deplore

It's like stepping into a dark abyss
To live all alone and cold like this

The house is hauntingly lonely
With only my demons to console me

Agonizing coldness greets me under the covers
I take my little pills, anything that smothers

The terrifying nightmares that await
When I step through sleeps drowsy gate

But no matter what I seem to do
These nagging nightmares still pursue

Awake most the night, again it seems
Till the sun shines thorough my window it's beams

Wonder how long I can go without sleep
Before the secrets I hide begain to seep

Out of my mind and on to the pages
And everyone sees the battles that rages

But that's ok I think they already have
And the only one that can judge me is Yahve
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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