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by sydney Aug 8, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Every night I look at the moon, wondering whats gonna happen tomorrow. It's as though the moon is my memento. The light that takes me back to the past. Remembering all the torturing times in life, being the one who's unconventional. The one who's always misapprehended. Knowing that nobody cares, I have no choice but to be left alone in the shadows.
