i grew up believing,
the little stars we saw on the sky,
above the smoke, vengeance and nicotine,
they would flicker with hope,
they would shine beyond,
they would light our way back home,
they would be what we sang on that overheard lullaby.there were only seven billion of us,
and there were an infinite of them.
surely one would shine for me,
one i could rely on to shield me from astroids,
protect me from the madness,
and one whom i could truly call my own.well,
stars do not shine for the shattered dreams,
stars do not shine for weeping children with no beliefs,
stars do not shine for the dissolving minds.stars only shine for those who believes,
in slim hope of getting better,
in loving others,
in valuing themselves.+++
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