Untitled I whispered my dreams to the moon a quiet midnight promised me I'd be back home soon I cried tears from the Jupiter storm The salt burned my cheeks, and I knew Promises are always broken I hide underneath the night time I hate being exposed by a sunrise You compare dawn to a fresh start but each day isn't new, it is simply a continuation of the night before. There's no moment of blackness or moment of seeing the light There is a transition to either state just pay attention and look with open eyes.
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