Do you notice how big the moon is when it’s rising and how little it is when it’s up in the sky?
Sign of a brave woman
Give me hope to live another day
I was unprepared for the feelings I had
A way into the unknown
But I had it for so many years hard to let a piece of yourself go the memory of the gray hues
Voices float down to me another silence
Nothing ever truly ends we just keep on repainting.
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