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Each night I await the moment of darkness, With the flick of a switch I am Awake. In the light I find that I must be Attentive Talkative Active Responsive Robotic. Surrounded by nothing of interest or consequence except for the rest of the world In the darkness I am awake, finally Alone With myself with my thoughts and I think, I think about everything. The darkness does not critique my silence The darkness does not scoff at my wandering thoughts I am awake, for the first time in hours, When the rest of my world sleeps.
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Thoughts From the Darkness of My Bedroom
Each night I await the moment of darkness, With the flick of a switch I am Awake. In the light I find that I must be Attentive Talkative Active Responsive Robotic. Surrounded by nothing of interest or consequence except for the rest of the world In the darkness I am awake, finally Alone With myself with my thoughts and I think, I think about everything. The darkness does not critique my silence The darkness does not scoff at my wandering thoughts I am awake, for the first time in hours, When the rest of my world sleeps.
cassandra-dula
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Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
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