LunaHart

My enemy is here: the quiet, the night,

When my mind cannot hide from its plight.

The TV is off, my body’s worn out,

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Why am I always chasing you,

Believing lies you speak untrue?

Though I saw what you did wrong,

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In the quiet hum of life's chaos, I reach out,

Hoping for a moment, just a whisper, no doubt.

I don't mean to drag you, make you feel low,

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