A Dying Star

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 I mistook you for the sun

Since to me you shown so brightly

But the reality was, you were a dying star

On the verge of death

And I, attracted by your light

Would be drawn into

The black hole you'll become. 



**This poem was originally published in The Prison You Built Me, but I thought it would fit better here! 

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