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It is my reminiscence. The virtue of loneliness occurs at midnight. Dare to ask the silence. It will tell you exactly who you are. The midnight I yearn for love Of purpose I lost Of reasons wanting to be found. Midnight's a sin of time Your epiphany Your slap of reality It is sadness. And the greatest anxiety is your true self.
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Midnight
It is my reminiscence. The virtue of loneliness occurs at midnight. Dare to ask the silence. It will tell you exactly who you are. The midnight I yearn for love Of purpose I lost Of reasons wanting to be found. Midnight's a sin of time Your epiphany Your slap of reality It is sadness. And the greatest anxiety is your true self.
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
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