You like the bright moon in the midnight sky, have your own crevices, each made when life brought you pain and uncertainty. With each fallen tear a crater formed that as time goes by you continue to search for that missing something to fill it. And the uneven terrain, that you so beautifully are, only some will be able to visit and know. It’s the terrain that’s made up of the things that make you laugh, cry, hope, and dream. It is of a personality that will never be like unto another. It is the terrain of your heart. A place that only those who get so close to you will ever be able to see. Don’t hide it, for it cannot thrive hidden in the dark, but shines in the light of another’s company.
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