I look at the sky and think, "does everyone have a sun? That person who makes their life worth living." I always think this because I have a sun and I'm just a star compared to them I'm just sad and small compared to my sun. But, then I always realize that we are both stars. We are both made of the same materials. I also realize my sun is there to make me happy not sad and make me hurt inside. No one will ever be better than my sun. Also, a sun doesn't have to be a boyfriend or girlfriend because my sun is my best friend, she makes me so happy and just made me realize how funny life can be. We joke around and have fun. We make plans for the future together and come up with headcanons togetger. We are best friends. She's my sun.
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life ends
Randomjust sort of a story to just say my feelings....yeah... none of the art is mine
