How many times did I told you that you were the sun, the sun in my life? Surely more times than I told you I am the moon, I've always been the moon... But of course that's of no significance now, now that the sun is gone and the night is eternal.
I keep thinking I just might find a new sun to light up my life but then again, a moon would probably be a better fit for myself, the sun never really being my type, despite accounting for a strong temptation. And it's funny how just like Icarus, every time the sun lures me in I end up getting burnt.
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