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Constellation (Poetry)

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Formation of Me!!

Constellation is a group of stars that appears to form a pattern or picture.

Here,

Constellation is a group of events or feelings that had appeared to form a teenager, more specifically the poet - Me. 

Stargazing is a great way to escape the stresses of everyday life. It provides a peaceful and calming environment that can help reduce stress and anxiety. The act of looking up at the stars and contemplating the vastness of the universe can put your problems into perspective and help you feel more relaxed.

I'm not talking about the real celestial bodies.

TW : slight mentions of blood, ED, underweight, crime etc.All Rights Reserved

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