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that part of the night when time stops; the sky opens wide, allowing a thicker darkness to fall into the air, slowly absorbing the sounds of the world until all there is the lonely heartbeats of those who's spiraling thoughts keep them awake. it's then that the tears from billions of eyes sink softly into the dirt, and water the feelings that lay dormant in the earth.

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