Why nights are so deep?!

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Sometimes I used to think, why nights are so deep?!
Growing up made me realize that nights are so important to keep.
Far from the loud world in the silent night, numerous emotions get a chance to peep.
It's the best disguise to pour your wail and let it burn that unbearable heap.
The traumatic head gets a pillow to weep.
Unsaid words get the opportunity to speak.
Zillions of sorrow get a release, after a day-long leap.
After all these activities the mind finally gets a sound sleep.

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