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Their love was a tragedy planned by fate herself.
A super nova and a black hole. In a beautifully twisted way they would destroy eachother. Without meaning. Without purpose.
And the brilliant stars would weep in their place for the ending of a life.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
