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Friday, May 22, 2009
always midnight.
seems like its always midnight.

i am standing here, waiting.

not knowing how long it has already been.

not knowing how much the night has wasted away my daylight.

not knowing how the silence of the midnight has blinded all my senses.

is it the faint whispers of the night that i hear?

or am i just the last one standing in line?

i rather be crazy tonight than to pray that i won't be alone at midnight.

but then again, with you, its always midnight.

1:23 AM, i wrote.
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