LATE NIGHTLights off. Slience. Sleeping Humans.
Lamp posts shine. Roads as good as empty.
Stars out in the open playing.
Calmness in the darkness.
Rest mode it seems.
Lights on.
Constant flow of contents, expectations.
Stars, my best friend.
Turbulence in the mind. Voices continue.
Fear, it remains.
And the war continues.
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