Creaking. Creeping. I just can't shrug the thought of being watched. It's dark and cold outside. But it's even darker and colder inside. As the moonlight shines through my windows. Somehow I feel like it's safer outside than in my own house. I feel like the moon is my guardian through this lonely night. But something tells me that I won't be alone inside. That it wouldn't hurt to be inside. If it may,at the very least,I could only look back at the good moments and appreciate them.
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