The sun falls. The moon rises.
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The sun falls. The moon rises.
I am so, so alone.
All I’ve got is myself- and I’m barely a friend.
Do you regret what you have done? Are your hands still stained with my blood?
Betrayal is punishable by death.
Broken promises and broken hearts and broken bones.
Who are you to say how much I bled when you walked away after stabbing my back?
I’d pick every star straight out of the night sky to see the stars in your eyes.
“Come to me. Obey me. Without me, what are you?
Nothing. That’s what you are.
Good little boy. I’ll make you something. I’ll make you mine.”
Like the moon and the sun, I fall and rise, every day beginning anew.