“After all, we are all under the same moon.” He says, looking up. She does the same, a smile in her lips.
“Poor moon, always watching us do the same mistakes over and over again.” She replies.
“Hm?”
“I wish I didn’t have something to be ashamed of.”
“We are all ashamed of something.”
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monsters.
Random❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
