"The changing of the moon."

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"And like the moon,
We must go through phases
Of emptiness, to feel
Full again"
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Logan sat on his bed.

Alone.

His grandparents were dead.

Gone for good.

He was alone.

He was going to move.

Away from them.

He packed up his things, getting ready to leave. He had already said goodbye to his friends, telling them that they'd stay in touch. Either by telephone or in the phantom dimension.

But was it the same?

No.

He was going to be alone.

Again.

Everyone always leaves.

Parents.

Grandparents.

Friends.

He was utterly alone.

Tears pricked his eyes, begging to spill.

But they didn't.

He kept strong.

For them....

For..

Them?
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"Days seem as if they'll never end..
Sun, digs its heels,
To taught
You."

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