Challenge
It's only when the city sleeps. . .
A poem or story that starts with this line. Tag me @chainedinshadow so I can read!
True self
It’s only when the city sleeps that our true selves come out.
During the day, you are expected to act a certain way, follow society’s rules, to conform... but when the sun finally sets and the moon makes a appearance, when the streets start to empty and all that’s left is the buzzing sound of the city lamps, we can let our guard down.
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