Day & Night

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Days turn to night and my carefree grin turns into an unexpected sadness, etched on my face like a tattoo.
And I lay in my bed, thinking about all the things I wish I could say----
all the things I'm afraid to admit, even with only pen and paper and mind.

It's night like these when I realize:
I am many things.
I am happy and sad,
Outgoing and shy,
Rambunctious and quiet

but mostly,
I am just empty.

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