Midnight.

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Quiet and simple.

Pitch black,

with nothing but dark shapes of the houses outside.

A slight breeze,

calm and inviting.

The street light falters,

making you realize that you're all alone.

Ignoring your fears,

and all the thoughts popping into your head-

into the middle fo the road you go.

Avoiding he broken glass with your bare feet.

You go farther that you should.

Just to disobey.

But you have something you need to see-

so look up at the sky,

and see the stars.

Tuning out the world,

you stare in awe.

Dreaming of a world that doesn't quite exist.

A smile sneaks its way onto your lips,

wish a soft laugh that follows.

But then the train goes by,

with all of its lights.

So head back inside,

after midnight.

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