The moon is sadly beautiful, like the wreck of the Titanic or the unmarked grave of one you didn't know but wish you had.
And because it is so sad, it gives us the stars for it feels as if we are sad too.
And maybe we are.

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Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoesiaI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?