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I lay in bed at night and watch my fairy lights dim,
The battery powering them slowly loosing its charge.
They remind me so much of the stars,
The same dimming lights found in the night sky,
The ones I shut away with my blinds.
I don't want to see them anymore.
I no longer stay up at night searching for constellations.
I care not for the brightest that points to north.
I don't wait for the shooting star to cross the sky as I kiss my lover for the first time.
I can't tell when everything lost it's magic but I can't bring myself to pursue it anymore.
They ruined that for me, or did I ruin it for myself?
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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...
