The moon had fallen so deeply in love with the sun. So deeply that she would follow her to the ends of the earth. She never could keep up with the sun though. But that didn't discourage her.
She admired the sun from afar, completely amazed as to how one person could be so perfect.
The moon felt herself falter when she realized the sun never looked back and cared for her. It hurt the girl so incredibly that a bit of her would fade every night.
The moon is still in love with the Sun and falls every month. A new slate. The same moon but new.
From me, the moon
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Sticks and Stones
PuisiHonestly this is just me coping with depression you don't gotta read it
