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it's haunting. the light shines even though the moon cannot produce its own. it depends so much on the sun for its beauty and eeriness; can the moon really be called a wonder if it only reflects others?
It’s such a complex thing – the way that we have loved so passionately, and the way that we can suddenly feel so little. Upon stumbling across one treacherous storm, it’s not a wonder that the flame goes out. One might try to re-ignite it but people are not switches that you can turn on and off. Without a spark, without a change or introduction of a new variable, there is no alternative outcome that should be expected. Who else can be blamed for what I feel inside, if people change people.
It's such a complex thing - the way we have loved so passionately and the way we can suddenly felt so little. Upon stumbling across one treacherous storm, it's not wonder that the flame goes out. One might try to re-ignite it but people are not switches that you can turn on and off. Who else can be blamed for what I feel inside, if people change people.
I don't know how to turn this off.
I used to wonder how you did it but I realised that I was the one to make you flip your switch, and now you can no longer love