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Nyctophilia (n.) love of the darkness of night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness Lying in bed having those unusual but so down to earth emotions suddenly occurring to your mind as soon as the clock hits 00:00. . Welcome To my Midnight Crib, full of anger, lust, confusion, inner conflict and hope
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They say the mind is maze of unknown insanity. A place where you don't know how wrong you are until it's too late. I felt myself crumbling and drifting away into what I always feared. Turning into the monster under the bed instead of the scared child under the covers. It was drowning me fast, taking me under, until I started breathing it like oxygen. Until it had me hooked by the neck, and I couldn't make my escape. I don't know how he found me or why he stayed by my side. I just know his love was so intoxicating, that it saved me. And I know his love was so addicting, that it killed me. Or maybe I was dead all along.

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