a Star cannot shine
As brightly without the moon
Was it me? Sorry.
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Author note: A haiku for whenever I see that I have lost a subscriber to my Vocal account. What did I do? Was it my fault? Did my writing get worse? Am I slipping away into mediocrity? Please send me a message before and let me know, it breaks my heart when I lose one of you!
-Melissa
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