They say there's always tomorrow.
The sun will rise again and everything will be alright.
They don't say that there's a long, black night before the day.
And you will spend all that night running, wishing you could just sit and rest.
But you know you can't.
Every night you run from the nameless terror and just before it gets you, the dawn comes.
You spend the day locked away in your room, writing bleak poetry about your night.
Aching for what will never notice you.
Darkness falls.

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