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Night , why are you so long? Night , why are you so hard? Holding between the darkness you your sky and the brightness of your stars my deepest sorrow my biggest despair Indeed,* night* you are a time of solitude but of serenity too a time of death but of life too A time when the world is dead but the hearts beats when I can remove a robe the robe I put on everyday but not every night It's the robe these heart beating dead see me in No one knows who I am No one knows my trueness My tremendous fails My weaknesses and fondness No one but you. Tonight, I shall be free I shall relieve myself from their looks and minds Night , I let you see my tears My sadness, my paleness that I wish no one to see For that, I shall wait for the day a time to fight a time to battle I put on my robe of lies I cover my deep anguish I sweep my tears I put a smile as fake as it is I play my part In the harsh play of life and our little secret remains unknown until our next mini apocalypse.
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Night diaries.
Night , why are you so long? Night , why are you so hard? Holding between the darkness you your sky and the brightness of your stars my deepest sorrow my biggest despair Indeed,* night* you are a time of solitude but of serenity too a time of death but of life too A time when the world is dead but the hearts beats when I can remove a robe the robe I put on everyday but not every night It's the robe these heart beating dead see me in No one knows who I am No one knows my trueness My tremendous fails My weaknesses and fondness No one but you. Tonight, I shall be free I shall relieve myself from their looks and minds Night , I let you see my tears My sadness, my paleness that I wish no one to see For that, I shall wait for the day a time to fight a time to battle I put on my robe of lies I cover my deep anguish I sweep my tears I put a smile as fake as it is I play my part In the harsh play of life and our little secret remains unknown until our next mini apocalypse.
may-sellami
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
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