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the stars decorated the sky as only stars can the moon lit up the sky in the way that makes you wonder she lay as she always does on nights like this she had done just this a million times before but tonight was completely different than the other nights tonight she did not cry but she did the opposite she smiled she smiled not because she was happy she smiled because she felt nothing the pain was locked deep inside no, tonight she did not cry but instead she died not physically she died on the inside she was empty; she had cried herself away she was completely broken and no one knew no one except those gorgeous stars and that curious moon
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
Nighttime is for the Dreamers and the Lonely
the stars decorated the sky as only stars can the moon lit up the sky in the way that makes you wonder she lay as she always does on nights like this she had done just this a million times before but tonight was completely different than the other nights tonight she did not cry but she did the opposite she smiled she smiled not because she was happy she smiled because she felt nothing the pain was locked deep inside no, tonight she did not cry but instead she died not physically she died on the inside she was empty; she had cried herself away she was completely broken and no one knew no one except those gorgeous stars and that curious moon
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Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
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