12 a.m. Thoughts

12 a.m. Thoughts

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Every midnight, I bleed. I use my blood to write poetries. I use my heart as the paper. So whenever midnight strikes, I'll be here bleeding to heal. Highest Rank Achieved: 🏅: #1 in Poetries (May 27, 2021) 🏅: #7 in Poetries (May 1, 2021) 🏅: #40 in Poems (May 27, 2021)
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❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01-06-19)

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