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Why is it that at night when you're just lying in your bed, minding your own business, everything painful in your life- your fears, regrets, hurtful memories- all rush in on you and smother you? What is it about the dark that gives these things such power? They're suppressable during the day but at night, there's no controlling them. So you just lie there, a victim of your own past. And you pray for morning to come soon, because you know that as soon as the sun comes up, you can find some measure of happiness again.