The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it is a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong an full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Always uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
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Inside The Horrible Mind Of Morgan.
PoesíaJust what it's like inside my head. Don't read it you don't want to. I really am just sick and tired of everything and the only way I can escape this hellhole most call life is through writing. So welcome to my darkside. Most of these are mine, bu...
