I am the Moon
I wanted so badly to be the sun,
to bring warmth and light
to be the life.
But after so many battles
of fighting the night,
I’ve finally accepted I’d never bring warmth,
or light,
or life.
For I am the moon,
and I am cold and distant.
But just like the sun, I am needed.
Because without me,
there would be no difference
between heaven
and hell.
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