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Jun 2016
3am
Only at the darkest hours do i ask myself the questions i don't want to know the answers to. You may know the darkness to hide things but i found it is where the unexpected comes to light. The daylight hours are a facade of happily conformed routines, often mistaken for helping you see better. Caught up in the day, even side by side, we are apart. There is a distance between us only the darkness seems to fill. 3am when the world is at rest, it is just you and me and everything from our day we have left unsaid. The dark silence reveals the truths we witheld when the sun was in the sky. Maybe it is harder to be dishonest at night because there are billions of stars in the sky to witness it.
cass
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cass  20/F/canada
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