When the moon was glowing
I miss who I was before I learned to make myself smaller. I'm trying to find her again in the dark.
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When the moon was glowing
I miss who I was before I learned to make myself smaller. I'm trying to find her again in the dark.
Share a kind thought or question. Comments appear after review and never reveal the whisper author.