Soft cold light
glides down to my soul
landing softly
causing pain
causing memories
to emerge
memories that should be hidden
memories enough to hurt
memories that cause me tears
tears that could have been saved
saved for something that mattered
tears wasted on the past
as I look up
I can see the sun
cursing at the moon
to resume its place
under the horizon
tears that come and go
as fluent as the moon and sun
traveling up and down
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Lookie! It's my journal! Acually, never mind, why would you want to read my journal?? This is mine. *grabs from you*
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