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Even the Moon Has Phases is not just a poetry book. It's a mirror of the self in motion. Told through lyrical fragments and honest confessions, it follows the quiet journey of a girl moving through her own emotional seasons. From the ache of being misunderstood to the quiet rebellion of rest, from distant goodbyes to the fierce reclaiming of self-worth, this is a story that doesn't ask to be decoded - only felt. Each phase of the moon becomes a symbolic stage, from emptiness to emergence, retreat to reckoning, feeling lost to learning light, until she reaches her full, unapologetic glow. This book is for the girl who vanishes just to survive, for the soul who wonders if they're too much, and for the ones who love hard, hurt deeply, and still show up in pieces. It is a gentle rebellion, a quiet anthem, and a reminder that we don't have to be full to be whole, or soft to be worthy - we only have to be real. Written by a girl who felt too much and turned it into moonlight.
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As her jade-green eyes caught sight of the full moon, shining bright in the sky, they narrowed to small slits. The girl trembled, her eyes glistening with fear, the moon reflected in them. They suddenly flashed yellow. Pain shot through her entire body. Her face became thinner, a snout forming. Brown fur sprouted everywhere. Her fingers grew shorter, claws grew. Teeth fell out, pointy canines taking their place. Her limbs became longer. A short tail grew. Her whole body was transforming, not just on the outside. She gasped as her lungs reformed, coughing up blood as her heart shrunk. Old wounds began to bleed again. Her clothes teared, leaving her just in her coat of fur. She began to breath slower, she began to wheeze. Slowly, her brain began to change; not in shape and size, but mentally, into a brain of a werewolf. She rose her head, and howled at the moon.

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