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The moon told me stories, and I left to find them. I won't come back. Moonlight has brought me far and I've lost too much to turn around. Yet, even the moon says I'm not good enough to find its treasured stories. Not earth not sky saw me the way I dreamed they would. the way I dreamed I could be seen. O what a dream. And it was but that. A dream.
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
Gone
The moon told me stories, and I left to find them. I won't come back. Moonlight has brought me far and I've lost too much to turn around. Yet, even the moon says I'm not good enough to find its treasured stories. Not earth not sky saw me the way I dreamed they would. the way I dreamed I could be seen. O what a dream. And it was but that. A dream.
It's hard to pinch your cheeks to hide the red in your eyes.
Atalanta
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
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