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Oct 2013
Often times, silence is a beautiful thing.
Hauntingly beautiful.
But when evening comes to a close,
and the night sky becomes as black
as your soul,
the silence becomes terrifying.
Your own thoughts begin to close in on you,
creating a barrier
between you and any solace you could ever hope to find.
The silence begins to make your skin crawl,
and you long for the noises of the outside world.
Lady Bitternit
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Lady Bitternit
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   ---, lm, Andrea Button, ---, Jedd Ong and 1 other
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