You tell me that
The stars shine the brightest
On the darkest nights
But you see
I'm not a star
I'm not something beautiful
I'm not something that catches your eye
I am just me
And I am
Nothing
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
