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May 2017
Luna, my Luna,
I was seven; I was clueless.
I wondered and wandered
At such a young age.

How was life supposed to be?
What was I supposed to do?
Floating through my mind,
These unanswered prayers remain.

Luna, my Luna,
I was seventeen; I was naΓ―ve.
What was I supposed to think?
What was I supposed to feel?

Void after void, it consumed me.
It ate me aliveβ€” whole.
Isolation was the answer
To hide my inner demons.

Luna, my Luna,
I am now in my twenties.
Still, lost in the depths of my thoughts.
Still on a high with all of these thrills.

This roller coaster ride,
I’ve come to understand;
How life flows around
In ups and downs.

Luna, my Luna,
How do you watch over the people?
Their thoughts continuously wandering
Through the lifeless atmosphere of this cold night.

Decades after decades,
Do you not ever get tired?
I would like to say thanks
For your constant company.
Franchesca
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Franchesca  21/F
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