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Mar 2018
At night is when it comes-
When no one is around,
Where no one can see the tears-
Where no one can hear the painful cries for help.

It comes at night-
And makes itself comfortable,
With no intention on leaving for while.

It comes at night-
And leaves for the day,
returning at dark.

What comes at night?
The pain comes,
The sorrow comes,
The guilt comes,
But worst of all,
Great Emptiness.
Written by
Estella  16/F
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