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When we fell, the stars fell with us.
When we cried, the clouds cried with us.
When we grew, the flowers grew with us.
When we die, where will it all go?
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Carved Stars
Poetry"They raised her to be a rock, but she carved herself into a star." •♤• Sometimes, I like to write poems. Highest Ranking: #221 in Poetry.