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Jan 2019
The wondrous sound of the night
reminds me of a time where
the clock does not stop to ring at midnight
where the busy streets became busy lights
and within that long and winding road, there is nothing.

I can hear nothing, and such sound is frightening.
I hated it once, where I am just a child
And now I wanted to embrace the night
Full of nothing and devoid of everything.

Silently I walked about the night,
walking and listening to the sound
That meant that the night doesn't wish to leave me

And I really didn't wish to leave
The cold, silent, wondrous night,
This was my fondest memory of summer before I returned to school. I had problems with my school and it's difficult to look for escape. The night was my escape then and still is. Still, it cannot hide the fact that there is indeed an event that needs to be mediated.
Written by
TheKatIsDead  23/Cisgender Male/Philippines
(23/Cisgender Male/Philippines)   
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   Jashn
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