I dreamed of that, you know? A place. So empty, so simple, so quiet.
Here I am, real me, looking at the essence of my spirit. With empty eyes and a lost soul.
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Child of the Moon
Short StoryShe was the type to fall in love with the moon, and everything that was beautifully unreachable
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I dreamed of that, you know? A place. So empty, so simple, so quiet.
Here I am, real me, looking at the essence of my spirit. With empty eyes and a lost soul.
