i once asked a boy if he was a Sun or moon person
he told me my question made no sense
because everyone loves the Sun
and the moon is just a rock floating in the dark
but he didn't realize until it was too late
that i was the moon—surrounded by darkness
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Philophobia
PoetryCollection of short poems that deal with self-love, abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, relationships and more. _______ Highest rankings #7 in life story