To My Beloved Sun & Stars. I don't know when I started to care so much, when I got so weak. You were the sun and stars to my moonlit sky. You were right there beside me, and I didn't know what to do with you. I hurt you and in turn hurt myself. I tore apart my sky, and now, like before, we are separate. Destined to never meet again.
Love,
The Moon.
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