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*starlight starbright first star I see tonight wish I may wish I might have the wish I wish tonight* it takes nothing more than a few choice words carelessly spoken to shatter dreams and treasured wishes things that grew bright and beautiful within you so you bend down and pick up the pieces and in desperation, glue them back together to form a shadow of what it once was but they don't think twice when it comes to tearing it apart a second time it doesn't make sense not to you not when they're supposed to be the ones cheering you on wishing on a star with you instead of laughing you look into the sky and search the darkness for a shooting star and when you see one you smile but only a little tired of fighting a losing battle of sore throats and swollen eyes from screaming matches they've almost won this war and you look at whatever hope you have left a faint glimmering reflection of what it once was and with a sigh the light goes out
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
shooting star
*starlight starbright first star I see tonight wish I may wish I might have the wish I wish tonight* it takes nothing more than a few choice words carelessly spoken to shatter dreams and treasured wishes things that grew bright and beautiful within you so you bend down and pick up the pieces and in desperation, glue them back together to form a shadow of what it once was but they don't think twice when it comes to tearing it apart a second time it doesn't make sense not to you not when they're supposed to be the ones cheering you on wishing on a star with you instead of laughing you look into the sky and search the darkness for a shooting star and when you see one you smile but only a little tired of fighting a losing battle of sore throats and swollen eyes from screaming matches they've almost won this war and you look at whatever hope you have left a faint glimmering reflection of what it once was and with a sigh the light goes out
you look into the sky and search the darkness for a shooting star but you realise that they too, are dead dreams going down in flames
krisoul
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
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