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every night, i look up at the sky, hoping, praying, for the stars to align. every night, they look back at me, their dying light, a shrouded mystery.
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
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every night, i look up at the sky, hoping, praying, for the stars to align. every night, they look back at me, their dying light, a shrouded mystery.
#stars#life#death#hope
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
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