The Moon

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With a heavy heart that cries
The one that is deeply wounded
Dripping with pain

I question my existence
Is life too hard for me? Or hard is not the word to define it?
The moon is my companion, my bestfriend
The one who always know my pain

                                        -Kulthumnassor

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