She looked up at the sky full of stars, but all she could notice was the fact that they didn't shine the way they used to when she was with him.
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Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
Sky full of stars
She looked up at the sky full of stars, but all she could notice was the fact that they didn't shine the way they used to when she was with him.
