when my time leaves me.
it's 3 A.M. all fear has left night still, but day approaches. moving ever slowly yet swiftly. waiting patiently, yet wasting no time. daylight to drive away my darkness: rouse me from my sleep peaceful and full of dreams, to cold, hard reality. my darkness is my friend, lover, protector.this is something that i actually wrote a few years back, and there's a lot more that i plan to post now that i have a window to the world that i can share thruogh. Written March 24th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 04:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"it's 3 A.M...."