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The loneliness takes hold at night.

Arms are cold. Like the silence that encompasses all, my thoughts are no solace.

A race never-ending, until my mind melts at the fury of restless sleep, and dreamless apathy. Indifference, is this numbing vibration, separating quietness, void of emotion.

will I ever know peace in the night? Will I know what it’s like to be fulfilled when darkness takes hold?

—Please, don’t leave me alone. It’s too cold.