I wished upon a star
Only to realise that even when a star dies
Its light keeps shining in the sky
For hundred and hundred of years afterwards
Maybe that's the reason why none of my wishes have ever come true
Maybe this is and has always been the problem with me
I place all of my faith on things that
Are
Dead
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debris
Poetryde·bris (n.): Scattered remains of something broken or destroyed. A collection of poems written in her darkest hours.
