it all starts in the middle of the night
when all you can hear is your heavy breathing
the desperate animals outside
the sound of your hopes dying
the sensation of your life just ending
the death of your hopes
the screams of your demons
but in the morning
the lecturer asks you to write about the beauty of the night
and then is when you realize you're different
and no amount of restraint can keep the tears at bay
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