The night all black and blue, the cold bed, the creepy blanket and head on the misty pillow , that tik tik of clock breaking the silence of the mid night , that bright full moon is not enough to erase that blues of the sky and the soul . Being awake with those screams, heard by own self, with a rolar coaster of thousands of thoughts, evaluating the present, regretting the past and assuming the uncertainty of future, with heavy heart and empty mind . All still except that heart , pretending that all ok, but reality is the truth. Ya nights are full of grieve ,no ,immense grieve . The only good night is when you sleep........
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