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May 2012
Why is it that i don't miss you as much during the day? It starts to sink in as i lay in the dark. The blankets over my head. Face burried in my pillow. Fingers clenching the sheets for dear life. Tears streaming down my face. Don't feel the pain anymore. Hardly feel anything at all. Why is it that I miss you more at night? Cause im alone with my thoughts? Cause i know you should be here with me? I was always told their was no such thing as demons. But then why do i have to face mine every night?
Written by
Erica Stroud
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