Dear Diary,
Every night i stare at the moon
It's never the same, but never too different
And sometimes I feel like the moon
Constantly changing and shifting
Sometimes half full and half empty
Rarely completely full
And sometimes complete emptiness
But like the moon, these phases come and go
So no matter how full or empty I am
I know it's all temporary
And nothing lasts forever
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
