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Dedicated to factionjay for making the above cover for this book. It looks exactly how I imagined it. Thank you.
So another poem to celebrate. Enjoy!
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What are we doing to ourselves?
Our hearts are black
Our souls are stolen
We are alive
but we're dead inside
We fade,
We dissolve
In the end we die,
but it seems to me that we're empty shells of what we once were.
We are dead,
but only from the inside out.
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• lost stars
PoesiaWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
