You will be alright. You wont believe it, but you dont have to. Fine doesnt have to mean broken, and broken pieces will find their way back to each other. Someday you'll look up and find that where you are isn't where you've been. Someday you'll stop looking at your feet taking the next step and you'll reach for a sky full of stars. This goes out to all the broken souls who are searching for their shooting star at night with an empty cavity in their chest, you will be alright. Every shooting star lands with your wish in its arms.
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The Faults of Life
RandomJust weird things, that's it, I don't know how to explain it. They're just things to think about.
