Losing My Stars
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As a child, my eyes were so hopeful and vast you would need a map to get through them. As a child, I would watch all the others play and smile to myself "I'm more then they could understand" I would whisper from my bedroom window sill book in hand. But now, my eyes have faded and dulled, my once striking black and blue hair, now seemed grey to me. Even the night sky I painted with my heart seemed to have dissipated. No one can put the stars back in my sky...
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