the stars

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...they speak to me.
they tell me to love.
"why?"
i question them though i'm aware they don't believe in asking why, they just want you to do as they say.
trust.
they tell me it's because i deserve to.
i say i don't want to,
i'll get hurt.
they respond, the hurt is good,
lessons to learn.
their twinkle fades into the darkness,
as i look up the moon is there, though she is not a full moon but a waxing gibbous.
she can't talk,
i go to sleep, unaware of the next time they will give me guidance, but fully aware of what i need to do in order for the universe's plan to play out.
love,
just love.

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