hm. ok, so this is the poem i submitt'd and is being puslish'd:
“Midnight”
This story is old, no different from the rest.
But I still feel singled out.
The T.V. is glaring and I can hear the rain rushing towards the ground.
Swallow your past and pretend I am not here.
Oh, how I longed for all this to be a dream.
Its a really short poem that I really
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