All those nights I was there for myself, patting my crying self to sleep. All these voices reminded me that I'm not alone, I have myself. These voices were fireflies lighting up the darkness. 

Don't forget your fantasy in name of reality
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The Nights Are Cold от Coffeerainblack
The Nights Are Cold
it's about a person living amoung familiar yet unfamiliar people and missing home or perhaps love...
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