We are made of crumbling stardust,
it crackles off our bodies like ash. And we look up to the skies and think
what a life we would have if we were whole.
- the stars we admire are breaking slowly
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aes. poems
Poetryhi i like poems and stuff so will update when i cant sleep (which is Very frequently) NONE OF THESE ARE MINE UNLESS MENTIONED. ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS. T R I G G E R W A R N I N G self harm, depression, mental illnesses, etc.
