Dear Moon,
Mum saw my scars and laughed even harder than when she saw the bruise.
She told me that for once in my life I knew what was best.
She also said she wished I'd cut a bit deeper.
I don't think I deserve you, moon.
I just dump all my problems onto you. And you listen without a complaint.
I know, I know.
You can't complain, you're just made out of rock.
That still doesn't change the fact that I' don't deserve you.
I hope you don't mind too much.
Love Ashley.
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Selenophile
Short StoryDear Moon, I've discovered there's a name for me. Selenophile (n) Someone who loves the moon. It fits me perfectly. I do love you, why wouldn't I? When dad left, I also lost mum, mentally. So I've became alone, until I began to talk to you. Yes, I k...
