A/N
Because somehow, I'm in a great mood and also because this update is overdue.
Anyways, enjoy!
Their eyes. They stare.
Their mouths. They talk.
My eyes; they're blinded by artificial light.
My eyes; they flutter as my thoughts spiral out of control.
When will they stop?
When?
The answer comes to me as I drift off to sleep.
Never.
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• lost stars
PoetryWe 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...
