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Mar 2014
I am a morning person surrounded by night
Time people, with whom I have become one
But still the conflict stands
I am torn inside between night and day because
If I go to sleep, when will I see them again?
But in the midst of my chase
After nighttime people
I seem to have lost myself.
For The Herd
Written by
Vitis Lio
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