Suddenly, I am awake. I see the earth from outer space. I feel the warmth
of the sun's rays, but he never sees my face. This is a dream I'm sure,
but I can see the world and as long as I'm asleep, I feel as if I can
almost reach. I can almost feel your touch. Hope is such a rush, but I
can't conjure love. Even in dreams, I'm just not enough. The endless cycle
of hoping that I'll wake up, just to go about my day in the fucking hole
that I create, in hopes that tonight I dream and that just for once it
grants me peace… please. I am the moon, so cold and blue, so many holes in
me from you. Did you take a piece of me? I feel so fucking empty. Cold as
ice, but I'm not melting. I feel the light, but it's not fucking helping
now. Please God, just wake me up. I'd rather suffer through reality than
curse the day for what I see in my dreams.

How could he ever feel the same, when he doesn't know my name?

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