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Dear Moon,

Sometimes I think how unimportant I am.

I know I am not needed by anyone.

And it doesn't hurts anymore,
Cause I got myself so used to it.

There are days when I don't even speak a word.

If I dissapear some day no one will even notice it.

Will you?

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