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I stay up through the night; because this is when the moon and I have our conversations. I tell her how I drown in the deepness of your brown eyes and she tells me how the sun makes even the darkest parts of her shine.

silence remain silent. I can't stand the absence of any noise, any voices. if I'm left alone with nothing to distract me, I'll die.

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