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Jan 2013
I hate the night.
The darkness creeps through my veins
and into my mind
bringing memories I tried long ago
to bury.

I hate the quiet of the world,
making my racing thoughts
and the broken beating of my heart
even more pronounced

I hate the patience
of a world asleep,
that waits for me to
face the things I run from.
Written by
Lucia
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