She sat there on her bed, looking out her window at the moon. She thought about how so many other people are looking at the moon at the same time as her. How we're all under the same moon and the same stars, living different lives and fighting for different things and telling different stories. How big and scary the world really is, and how she will never get to see it all. How a beautiful thing like the moon could make her think such sad things.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
