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It is night,
that peaceful quiet time at the end of a long day
where one can
ponder so many thoughts, especially the one that holds a special
hatred in my
heart.
Regret. It is
the monster under the bed, sneaking, creeping, crawling into my mind.
It hurts to
feel this kind of despair: from actions, something said, something I
should not have
done.
Hopeless, cannot fight.
Stunned, ashamed, miserable, lost, heavy, seething, crying, feeling too damn much.
Please, make it
stop.
that peaceful quiet time at the end of a long day
where one can
ponder so many thoughts, especially the one that holds a special
hatred in my
heart.
Regret. It is
the monster under the bed, sneaking, creeping, crawling into my mind.
It hurts to
feel this kind of despair: from actions, something said, something I
should not have
done.
Hopeless, cannot fight.
Stunned, ashamed, miserable, lost, heavy, seething, crying, feeling too damn much.
Please, make it
stop.
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I hate night too... the darkness comes. :\