11:11 p.m. and an adieu

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the crackle of communication static fills nasa's control room, an exciting noise to the team of scientists.

"captain?" commander leroux called into the microphone.

"i'm home," came a clear voice on the other end. "i'm home," the voice repeated.

the cheers of the control room filled the air, no longer condensed by the scientists' deep fears. they danced about, almost not hearing what he said next.

"pluto was beautiful," he continued, breathless. "it was so dark, yet so beautiful. but i'm home."

a cheer erupted in the control room yet again, drowning out the laughter of happiness of the captain.

"i'm home," he whispered, inaudible to everyone except the computer recording his sounds.

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welcome to the end.

"pluto" will always be my baby. i remember nervously writing "overachiever" and publishing it, seeing everyone's positive reactions to my work. i loved seeing your comments roll in, of people loving what i wrote.

this book was largely experimental, but you made it into an experience worth coming back for, and for that i thank you. thank you for your votes, your comments, your messages to me. i love you all, so so much.

while this is the end of "pluto", ends just create new beginnings. my poetry will one day be better, and my writing abilities stronger. i will one day put about books millions of people will read (hopefully haha). and i believe to beginning, i must end this book and practice for the new that is coming my way.

in conclusion, thank you. thank you for making "pluto" something bigger than i thought it would be. thank you for sticking through it even when i wasn't updating, etc.

i love you so so much, all of you.

your favorite overachiever,
silena 💘

your favorite overachiever,silena 💘

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