as kids, we use to think that the moon would follow us whenever we were driving in the car.
but, the truth is, it was just an illusion.
the moon was not following us. it did not care for us.
and that's what people now do. they follow you, they make you think they care about you.
but it's all an illusion.
and that's what life is, an unsolvable illusion.
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Catharthis
PoetryCatharthis- "The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions." New to poetry writing :) Please don't judge too harshly, but would love some feedback
