Nights

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Things were getting better.
Days were getting longer,
And more importantly,
Nights were shorter.
I spent less time crying,
And more time smiling.
I was entering a new chapter,
Going past all the negativity.

So I thought.

Oh how wrong I was.
How wrong.
How naive.
How stupid.

Within a single night,
All the good I was feeling
Vanished into thin air.
All pleasant thoughts
Became mere memories.
All the smiles
Turned back into tears.
And with no daytime left,
I prepared
For a long, long, night.

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