She was different, like the stars in the pitch black sky.She was different, like the rainbow after a thunderstorm.She was the light in a dark room.She was magical and so full of life.
Then she grew up. Then she realized being nice just meant you were easier to take advantage of. Then she realized that she had become a welcome mat. Then she realized she was being treated like shit.
And she stopped being the stars in the dark sky, and instead,
she became the moon.
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Ineffable
Teen Fictionineffable ɪnˈɛfəb(ə)l/Submit adjective too great to be described in words.