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When I was young, I was afraid of the night. I believed it was home to ghosts, poltergeists and all kinds of frights. Just the absence of light sends shivers to my spine. As I grew up, I've come to love the night. It makes me feel alive. All of my emotions revive. and my words drive to self-proclaimed beauty. But the thing that I most appreciate, is that this is the time that I get to you. The only time I can see your smile shine bright. Brighter than the gleaming moonlight.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
Nyctophilia
When I was young, I was afraid of the night. I believed it was home to ghosts, poltergeists and all kinds of frights. Just the absence of light sends shivers to my spine. As I grew up, I've come to love the night. It makes me feel alive. All of my emotions revive. and my words drive to self-proclaimed beauty. But the thing that I most appreciate, is that this is the time that I get to you. The only time I can see your smile shine bright. Brighter than the gleaming moonlight.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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