Didn't you say I was the brightest star,
now when I see you I feel so far.
By the cover,
you act so nice.
With a rubber,
you roll like a dice.
Picking numbers all the time,
never picking the the one that's mine.
Saying it's fine,
I count to nine.
Looking at fate,
I feel too late
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Fantasy"YOU THINK SHE'S ONE OF US." Starry a girl who had once thought she had a happy family, though everything changed when she awoke from the coma. Looking at stars soon became a hobby to her. "Come. Come." They had once called. Things began to take a t...
