Waning and Adulthood
After each darkest nights,
maybe no one got me as full;
I was cresent everywhere,
hiding those invisible yet existent,
unworthy yet emotional part of me.
Thus, full Moon never shines now
forgetting the waning phases
like decades ago it did.
What do you say,
a bitter side of adulting?
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