Sometimes I feel like a star, not a special one or a bright one, just one in a sea of others. One that gets noticed enough that it doesn't burn out, and sometimes the prospect of going supernova is an offer that feels almost too good to give up but my fuel has not yet run out. One that isn't bright enough to push through the pollution, one that is always dimmed by the clouds. One that in light of the others that are better and brighter, seems like almost nothing at all. And every now and then I like to think that in a different world on a different planet I am the brightest star in the sky, but that place doesn't exist and never will.
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Short Poems
PoetryI wouldn't really call them poems, they are just an expression of how I feel. They don't have a structure or lines, it's just whatever comes to me
