You try to take the best of me, GO AWAY.

I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night, shining with the light from the sun. The sun doesn't give life to the moon to assuming the moon's going to owe it one. It makes me think of how you act to me. You do favors and then rapidly you just turn around and start asking me about things you want back from me. Maybe someday I'll be just like you and step on people like you do and run away the people I thought I knew. I remember back then who you were. You used to be calm, used to be strong. Used to be generous but now you see how quiet it is all alone. I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger. Sick of you acting like I owe you this. Find another place to feed your greed while I find a place to rest.


For you.

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