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Watching the sky turning orange means the sun will soon set. I would hold your hand tighter than I did because I know once we get to the end, I'll have to set your hands free.
And i'm not sure if we'll have another chance like this but the uncertainty of what happens in the dark, without you,
scares me.
Sure, the sun will rise again.
But I don't know how many days you still have left.
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What Keeps Me Up At Night
Poetrya collection of poems or proses of what keeps me up a night.
