The moon is a thief. It steals light from the sun. We know this, dont we? Or do we. We like to believe in moonlight. Not stolen sunlight. Moonlight. Filling your empty head with a million beautiful thoughts. Making us believe in a million things. Hope. Is that what you call it? Hope. Interesting word. Interesting four letter word. Love. Hope. Are they the same? Are they all we live for? Or are they our killers? Questions. Roll them over your tongue. Roll them over your mind. They taste wonderful, don't they? I didn't get it at first. There is no secret ingredient to the secret ingredient soup. It's a lie. There is. It's you. It's belief. It is hope. It is love. You're right. You were from the start.
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