Broken, Haunting Nights.

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Some nights are so hard to breathe,
We spend them fighting with monsters underneath.
Building a castle of
scenarios that doesn’t exist
Remembering the times that pissed. Ghost of sweet memories revisiting us,
filling our heart with negativity of rust, mourning on broken trust,
overthinking on some questions, undiscussed”

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