Eclipse

Eclipse

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There are three types of person, The moon, and the sun who fit perfectly every eclipse. And the other one is the watcher, someone who's witnessing how do Sun and Moon telling how much they needed eachother. You choose what place do you think you belong. Sometimes, we never see our selves how much others see us. We are beautiful in someone's eyes, always. We never realized how much love blinds our naked eyes, blocking the lightness like how the Moon and Sun does every eclipse. Does love worth it giving up the friendship you never think of doing like one? We sometimes forget to love ourselves because we all give our love for a certain person. How can I believe in Destiny when you're the one i want to be mine, but already someone's.
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I was just thinking. I swear. But maybe my mind over thought. It's weird that everything can seem so simple, straight forward. Black and white. Two colors. So obvious. So there. Him and Her. Two people. So obvious. So there. But once you add gray, things get kind of complicated. Then you add color. And it's a wonderfully complicated bright world. She's two in one. The storm and the shade. No one ever stops to thank the storm for shading them from what's above it. What if the sun was too strong, too powerful that day and the storm came along just to protect us all from it? It was this epic battle between the two and the storm was hurting and it cased all this damage to the earth. No one thanks the storm for its sacrifice when it finally loses the battle and the sun shows its smug face. We all hate the storm for the disaster it created and praise the sun, when the storm just wanted to protect us. The storm and the shade. She's the storm and the shade. She's the chaos and the calm. Only I can't see the chaos. Not fully. She's keeping it all inside. All I see is the calm. I can tell though. I can tell there's chaos. I just can't see it. It's not so black and white. It's not a simple boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. It never was. But I like her. I do. The storm and the shade.

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