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Something impulses me,
a mysterious urge,
about the sky
the moon
the stars.
I swear
they call me,
they beg me,
they push me,
into following their lead.
For every lost soul
who didn't fit in life
shall be a glittering star
an immortal light.
- a depressed girl, Caligo.
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