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i exist.
am i truly lost;
or wondering in circles, not wanting to be found.
Albedo
poeticallyprofound:
I laid you down as lovely as a bouquet All I wanted was for you to stay But the day waned And as night raised We became more and more estranged I suppose its the same way The moon loves the sun and wishes to show it the stars But the sun just smiled and shines Knowing that the distance between the two will always be too wide And too far
too true.