nights of humanity

Well it hurt

in the soul and even in the body

I became so small I could not even let myself sleep.

Thoughts can hit you sometimes in the shape of a ruthless voice

mumbling but shouting at you

every little thing was pointed at me

waves and waves of regret and

just sadness.

It was a though night

reckless, humanistic and pure.

After all, I would never change it to anything, to any other kind of night perhaps

I would always choose, how it was chosen.

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