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Late nights..

It's four o'clock in the morning

The only reason I am awake is because my brain thinks that in these few hours..when the rest of the world seems asleep..it will find my heart

When no one is around, when the whispers of our generation decease, and when I can peacefully sort out lost thoughts, I think it secretly hopes my heart will come back home and never leave again

An analogy of the sort, when referring to a missing child or animal

Of course in a more sentimental manner, but the point is not hidden

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Written by
jeramy-allen-thompson
American
Published
May 22, 2013
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This was a piece I decided to write after my heart had been taken by savages I still believe are human somewhere deep inside. I have been smashed, broken, pulverized, and completely torn apart by many of my relationships involving Love. Yet I am still standing and breathing, and that's what matters. Remember that people.

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