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" At twelve midnight, when everyone was asleep but you, who barely had any, took me out. Everything always looked the same. The same four walls, the same deafening silence, the same darkness, and you, sitting at the foot of your bed with me in your hand. "
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Thoughts at midnight. Love. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Encouragement.

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