P.M. Dystopian

P.M. Dystopian

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What or who keeps you up late at night? Where does your mind travel to? Where has it taken flight? I hate the fact that I keep so much to myself. Through writing, conversation, and thought. With this, I only wish to clean my closet of skeletons. Nothing less or more.
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The mind is a horrible thing to waste. Now when you have a mind like mine, where monsters come out to play and happy things come in bursts, it helps to write things down. From bad days to good days and everything in between I try to make sense of things to go on in my world. Winner of Best Female Poet in the HamiltonPost Poetry Awards Also 1st Place best poem for "Lest We Forget." in HamiltonPost Critiques are always welcome! :D All of these are original works that have previously been on Deviantart.com/miyu713 Highest ranking #115 on aug23

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