Night of tales

Night of tales

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Last night it happened The result of my weakness n desires And his selfishness It was mutual Or so I thought Cos he said the right things Made the right moves Acted the right way and what not I gave way to my desires Ignored the protest of my mind My heart gave in Despite the urge not to cross the line A line In clarity I had no business crossing But what clarity can one actually have When the heart wants what it wants The night of a thousand tales The night the truth my heart feared most Was finally told Silently I looked into the dim light of the phone As the message popped in I tried somuch to hide away the pain I felt I wanted so badly to talk myself into being alright But little droplets came trickling down Droplets of silence Expressions of pain I will rise again Yes I will Shoulders high Forgetting the mind destruction The night of pain Would finally be over And in the morning comes a new beginning A beginning of hope
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It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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