The faded moon
He was my inspiration, my motivation and my happiness. I admired him from a far cause he was not mine to keep. I see him as my moon, shining in braod daylight but suddenly one morning my eyes never saw him the same again, in my eyes his light started to fade. He was slowly loosing it and I realized no one can ever have the moon, yes, I could never have him yet I still tried my verry best just to be beside him knowing I could never ever be in it.
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