𓂃 ‧₊˚༺☆༻ ‧₊˚𓂃
the end —
the stars are no longer within my reach
my life has turned into nothing but misery
and i pray desperate for the end
of this dreadful catastrophe
oh, how i yearn for the stars
so that i can finally be set free
but out of reach, they are
𓂃 ‧₊˚༺☆༻ ‧₊˚𓂃
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