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This Always Happens At Midnight
Desperation is within my grips
i slowly let it sink in
do you hear my stifled cry
into the midnight hour?
do you feel my dead heart beat make a sound?
listen....
Quietly dear
would you like to know what i went through?
would you even care?
Will you have sympathy for the weak and torn?
My eyes are blurred bby visions of you.
poem
by
Alyssa Bradford
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