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Jul 2013
This is the time of night when all of the skeletons in your closet come out to play
The time where your sleepy eyes
Don't have the strength to resist temptation
Where your brokenness is revealed
And the demons in your head are released
The time of night when we finally say
"Tomorrow's a new day, time for some changes"
Only to fall back into the pattern of 12:43 AM again
Hannah Turner
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Hannah Turner  Texas
(Texas)   
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   Mockingbird and wanderer
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