Thursday, November 3, 2011

Light

Luna's Journal

Who changes our future. Determine our path. And late is nothing. I have welcomed death as an old friend standing in his doorway, the fates pushing me in, but I sat down and refused to move. And fate cursed my name. Cursed it loud so the heavens could hear and know I am stronger. That I persevered. I learned that I truly can't keep my enemies close when they are my friends in disguise. 
In this crazy world, who knows who you can trust? Not I

Luna

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