She's like the moon in the sky. Far away, yet she lights my deepest, darkest nights.

I want to grasp her, to touch her, to hold her in the palm of my hand, yet I can't. My mind won't allow me to venture into the abyss, because it knows. It knows that if I go searching for her now, I'll lose the very thing keeping me alive: air.

It knows that by the time I reach her, my lungs will have given up, my heart will have fallen silent, my eyes will see no more, my ears will hear no more, and my hands and legs will fail me. My life would be spent before I ever reached her.

Yes, Miss Moon, I love you. But I cannot reach you... not yet.

Wait for me until I become an astronaut.

Then, I'll finally bask in your peace.

Well said

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Life is not always rainbows and sunshine. Sometimes life is the grave of fireflies

Jorge Messi, Lionel Messi’s father, has sadly passed away at the age of 68. 🕊️

I'm thinking brahhhh (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠ ⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠⌒⁠┫⁠ ⁠┻⁠ ⁠┣⁠ ⁠┳

U need a pair 🙂‍↕️

A mother could have +200,000 and make her child feel poor.

Goodnight or good morning or good whatever it is at ur place 🙂‍↕️

U cool too

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Simple.

This version is better — Bob