The Night Doesn’t Exist

The night doesn’t exist

I learned that the night I learned how to die

It was the same night I stoped erasing my mistakes

I didn’t see a point in it anymore, although I don’t see much of anything now

I tried cursing in the face of God,

I yelled until I realized no one was there

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Author: nolimitheartsclub

Greetings. My name is Jasper. And here I chase the moon and build my space ships. I never promised I'd be exciting

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