I love being around in the night. I feel like I can disappear into the darkness. Not in a suicidal sense, but in a cleansing, accepting sense. The streets are so quiet and empty. The light of the streetlamp spills out onto cars and cracks in the sidewalk and the gatherings of moths. I love the breeze blowing through the branches of the trees,
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