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May 2020
i'm not staring at my ceiling
i'm seeing right through it

looking for stars who have
been looking at me forever

to tell me how to be a part
without being a part

to tell me how to exist when
it feels like everything is
living and leaving you
behind

even though, you're still right here

22.05.20
just trying to understand what i'm feeling.
and i'd guess stars feel the same way
efni
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