my soul will be made into the sun

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do you know how it feels to look up at the sky

wishing and hoping that when you close your eyes

you wouldn't have to open them again?

that the stars the would burst into flames

would ignite such a fiery storm in your heart

an infinite breath.

its quite dysphoric actually.

the sense of optimism

the dwelt circumstances

that maybe

just maybe

my soul will be made into the sun

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