My life is like the moon. The moon is always changing, sometimes weak and wane, and other times full and strong. The moon is the ever faithful servant of the sun, always allowing it to take away the space it has made into its home, just as I have been pulled away from false friends. Still, the moon always rises again, even when it isn't noticed, it is always there. I always pick myself up and regain my footing. Even when people don't notice the moon, it stays true and steady in the sky. Even when I'm not noticed, I stay by my friends and family's sides. The moon and I are a lot alike, but I don't mind. Not one bit.
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