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Dec 2017
We are the light in the sky which is dark at times
And we are the street lamps that turn off when it's too light outside,
We are candles that burn brightest at night
And we are the lamp which lets you lose yourself in the pages of a book,
When you are entranced in the world and you have no way to get there in the dark.
We are the road which you remember,
But are not willing to travel,
The memory of good times and bad, best and worst,
And we are the feeling you get when you lose the one you love the most.
We are consequences, in all of their ugliness and wretched acts,
Where they steal you away into a spell
And shove apologies out of your mouth,
They spew and fly and are a mess of profuse "I'm sorry's"
Mixed with regret and a wish to go back.
We are freedom,
As well as it is but as perilous as it can be,
As dangerous as one can make it.
We are one and none,
Together and apart,
Me and you,
One and two,
But you may never see what I use as glue.
I use my soul and all of the promises she made;
That I would find what I have now and that it would last for me,
That I would always have it,
Please stay.
insomniatrical
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insomniatrical  22/@ ur mom's rn
(22/@ ur mom's rn)   
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     --- and Monotone
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