tedileo
He is not my sun.
My world does not revolve around him
and I will not go blind if I stare.
He is my moon.
So beautiful, and lighting up my nights,
but still catastrophic if he were to leave.
My world does not revolve around him
and I will not go blind if I stare.
He is my moon.
So beautiful, and lighting up my nights,
but still catastrophic if he were to leave.
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