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Oct 2018
Midnight
A perfect time for a lonely soul
To think of thoughts it could ever call
To dream of chances that could ever fall

Midnight
A quite time for a soul to cry
To release the pain lurking deep inside
To reminisce memories left behind

Midnight
A choice time to cherish regrets
And think of the things you tried to get
And cry over someone you can't even forget

Midnight
Where the sun hides and the moon shines
Where darkness reigns and the cold breeze blows so nice
Chilling the heart that's been trying to survive
Hans Christian
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Hans Christian  28/M/Philippines
(28/M/Philippines)   
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