Somewhere out in the distance
Someone is looking at the moon,
Wondering the same things I am:
Will I ever find my purpose in life?
Will love ever find me again?
Who else is looking at the moon?
The questions are endless.
The answers are endless.
The moon is the center of it all.
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Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
