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By @winstonsun850


The crickets chirped as I stare at the endless blanket of black. They danced all around the yard as they saint their beautifully melodic songs for the hundredth time. The soft taps of the clock counting down the seconds till the day arrives. I lay down as my eyes shut for just a few seconds. My breathing was its own symphony with the slow beat of breathing in and the soft percussion as I breath out. It was always at the most peaceful times the most chaos would happen.

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