Daily Dementations: 2 August 2013

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Insomnia: the night damns itself again into a blur. My eyes sense the condescension coming from the moon as she looks down on me. I can feel sweat sliding down my forehead, but a drop seems to have evaded my palm.

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“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.” [Poppy Z. Brite]

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