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[__asthenia__]

I don't really know what it is, but there is something about The Lonely Hours of the night that just makes everything so much more beauteous and meaningful. Maybe it's the fact that the narcissistic sun is torturing the other side of the earth; the dark shade of night covers everything and acts as a comforting blanket while the comely Miss Moon

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[anonymous]

write a book, i'll buy it