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written by: Sarita Montiel
Most nights I lay awake in my bed.
Reminiscing the moments we spent together sometimes a tear pops out.
Most nights I just think about the tears and the years I've wasted.
It's cold and the drafts of emptiness inside my heart tear me down night by night.
Last night I opened the window, to let the real winter cold in. I guess I don't mind the cold anymore. It became a part of me.
I pull the blinds up and watch the stars shine. The shiniest reminds me of someone I used to know.
Then I whisper to myself: ''Try to sleep tight, you'll find the light again.
You are the light..''