The night is where he hides
He’s open to me
From a distance
It’s always one of us
Pushing the other
In someway
But when the numb comes
It comes
The only option
Is to write it away
The Night
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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So true! Totally relatable!! 💕
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Thank you
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