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Hana Moon
@hanamoonwrites.bsky.social
Lyricist ~ Song Writer
Please don’t steal my works !!!
Always love yourself for you
It hurts
The thorns prick my fingers
As I greedily take the prettiest flower
December 17, 2025 at 3:49 AM
I was always told to write a book about my life. Even now, during a low time in my life.
I feel it’s insensitive; who would want to read a book about how everything someone’s ever wanted, has always been ripped away from them? I have not overcome any obstacle. I get lost in them.
April 27, 2025 at 5:57 PM
I cry at night, reminiscing over what I had. I was rich in friends, laughter, happiness. Now I count pennies, look for them in dark places, and save them.
April 15, 2025 at 9:21 AM
If you told me last year that I wasn’t where I was supposed to be, I wouldn’t believe you.
I worked my ass off to get where I wanted to be.

7 months post op and I have to have another surgery. I can’t walk. I’m not in Korea. I’m not in college.

My hard work was fruitless.
April 10, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Wasting my last year as a teen in a hospital.

I want to sieze to exist.
March 4, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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This is what we all should remember.
January 27, 2025 at 2:09 PM
My throat is tight with much to say, yet nothing comes out. The feeling of resentment, only towards myself, consumes me.
January 26, 2025 at 4:32 AM
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Halsey gets it.
January 23, 2025 at 7:04 PM
I have such a deep rooted passion for music. Just wish I had the confidence to go with it.
January 26, 2025 at 1:40 AM
The feeble touch of your fingers imprint on my skin. It reminds me that love still exists. Quietly, in what lingers.
January 18, 2025 at 5:39 PM
The feeling of being afraid to love oneself and someone else, afraid it isn’t real, or afraid it’ll suddenly disappear.
January 13, 2025 at 3:26 AM
Born to be a lover girl, forced to stay inside.
January 11, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Starting 2025 with a fracture and the feeling of failure.
January 7, 2025 at 3:44 AM
When will it be my turn? My turn to feel beautiful in the mirror I stand in front of.
My turn to love the imperfections that grace my body.
January 5, 2025 at 5:59 AM
I miss who I was, or maybe who I was supposed to be.
Each passing second doesn’t feel authentic, like I’m not in the right spot, or I’m not the right person.
December 30, 2024 at 4:51 AM
Unfortunately,
the time has come.
I’m forced to open a chapter I believed to have closed years ago.
December 30, 2024 at 4:47 AM
The earth laughs in flowers.
December 13, 2024 at 7:15 AM
2024 did not go the way I worked hard for. March came and went. I graduated early for the sole purpose of going to Korea in March — if not for college, than to visit. However, neither of those options happened. I guess that card fell out of my deck.
December 12, 2024 at 10:19 PM
🌾
Time is a virtue.
At least that’s what I’d like to think.
My ghost of yesterday taunting me for today’s exhaustion. An endless cycle that repeats by day.
December 12, 2024 at 10:04 PM
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Lee Jae-myung, Leader of South Korea's Democratic Party, live-streamed himself scaling the walls of the National Assembly to bypass military barricades so that he could vote to overturn the President's martial law.
December 3, 2024 at 4:55 PM
Out of Reach

Writing here is like my therapy.
Although I feel happy.. despite the negative emotions I feel towards the fact that I didn’t go to Korea when planned, I still feel like I’ve accomplished something, even if nothing.
December 3, 2024 at 6:46 AM
Amygdala

“The amygdala is an almond-shaped part of the brain that processes and triggers fear, anger, and anxiety”
December 3, 2024 at 6:41 AM
Glass Bubble

Sometimes I wonder if it’s me.
Am I the reason my friends treat me like a stranger? Am I the reason I feel this way? “You overthink too much” or do I? Or am I just observant to the little things? Maybe I’m just fucking crazy.
Is that it?
November 25, 2024 at 7:18 AM
Hope Walks

No matter what people say, you will always be alone. A blind eye turns when a colorful one is lost. That is life, almost as it’s destined to be. Lonely. When the fallen are too weak to pick themselves back up, the standing turn their back and walk away.
November 25, 2024 at 7:14 AM
When Does The Clock Stop?

Does getting older ever feel different? I used to believe when I turned 13, 16, 18, and 21, that I would feel different. Like something inside me would change, but now not so much.
November 23, 2024 at 8:27 AM