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| Lonely Hours
by truebet2003 at 3/3/2008 10:49:40 AM
Lonely hours can pass agonizingly slow.
The hours between midnight and dawn
can seem endless.
Darkness has a way of stretching time
into infinity.
The night doesn't hold any terror for
me, just emptiness.
Between the hours of darkness and
light, alone can take on a whole new
meaning.
It's somewhere in the middle of that
darkness, that I miss most, having
someone to hold me.
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