the sky is once full of stars that shine in the middle of a beautiful night next to the moon. sometimes, only that one star remains, which alone, next to the moon, fights for its survival and runs away from the clouds that hide its brightness. many stars are covered by those clouds, not allowing them to show themselves to the world in their magical light, in that darkness, to present the only natural light to people, who already feel too dark in the depths of their souls. they are there to present some hope for the further struggle each day. sometimes, even that one star in the sky is lost to the gloomy clouds. then she's gone, but that doesn't stop her from continuing her fight, to shine, to be herself, to show the world her beauty. they risk, risk being captured by dark clouds, every time they shine. it is that long-term struggle, of gloomy clouds and fairy-tale stars. it repeats itself every night. every morning, the stars unite in an attempt to defeat the clouds together, yet they are stronger together. very often, they succeed. in the same way, sometimes the clouds come together, in an attempt to cover those stars now as one sun. it shines so brightly, that it is almost impossible to look at it without pain in the eyes from such intensity of light.
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Actioncertain sentences that I wrote in my diary. mostly they are sad sentences with profound and suicidal thoughts. (i apologize in case of any grammar mistakes, English is not my native language)
