Why do I feel so

unloved?

I feel like the moon, always looking down on earth.

I am occurred and tantalized by the lives of others, and wish I could share in the same.

Just like the moon I look down, but know I can never be close to any of it.

I serve a purpose, but is not a purpose that allows me to be truly loved.

My purpose is to give and slowly move away.

I feel the pull as I spin out of control further and further away.

I want it, but I don’t need it, I keep telling myself.

I know this eventual spinning away is the slow death I crave.

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True story