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Interesting how dying stars are the most beautiful stars. 

All that energy is built up over time until it can't contain anything anymore.

It starts with a big bang but then year by year all the matter of what once was that star slowly gravitate away.

We romanticize the mentally ill.

They shine so bright but when they can't take it any longer, they're no more.

But their legacy, their memories,  the people who had once loved them are still there. 

Slowly floating in their own separate ways because the thing that held them together ceases to exist.

Take Sylvia Plath for example, she had created all that she could, take all that she could take before finally turning on the gas. 

Yet her writings, her poems, her daughter is still with us. 

Slowly floating away from what she once was.

Eventually we will forget just like the matter from those dead stars as they float away, leaving darkness in an area that once was so bright.