DOES the Sun ask itself, "Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?" No, it burns and it shines. Does the Sun ask itself, "What does the Moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?" No it burns, it shines. Does the Sun ask itself, "Am I as big as other Suns in other galaxies?" No, it burns, it shines.
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My Dear Melancholy,
PoetryI'm sorry love I'm running home, I'm a child of the sun and the stars I love
