I'm not comfortable with days growing dark just before 5 pm - too much darkness for me to handle anymore. My life is dark enough. Somehow over the years, I've acquired more closet space than living space - it's a wonder my skeletons fit at all. There are times when I'd like to yank those doors off their hinges, let the light lick each corner, expose the truth once and for all, but I don't want to give myself away so easily - I like the secrecy, the darkness that brings so much color into my life.Birth sign: Not entered
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