𝗶𝗶𝗶. 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻

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liana,

it's four in the morning.

i can't sleep.

i keep thinking of you.

the left side of my bed feels so empty.
why did you have to claim that spot?

now i'm looking through the window, pointing out
the things that remind me of... anything but you, actually.

what was that book you said you hated as a kid?

it made you too sad or something?

oh — goodnight moon.

yeah.

goodnight moon,
matt

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