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Ultimately,  I think she had forgotten what she meant to me. somewhere along the way I found myself in the middle of the busiest city  on the eastern side of the Mississippi River  I could no longer find the star  that lead me to her eyes somehow, we’ve become distracted by the lights  that are artificially made just to tear souls apart  the first night I was awed by her beauty  there was a lunar eclipse in the sky  and everything felt so dark but she was  the closet thing to a sun  she shined brighter than any star I’ve ever seen  I told her  You are the sun, and i am each and every  planet revolving around you the first four planets are my  mind, soul, body, and heart and the astroid belt acts as a rib still dangerous, the fragments leave craters behind  this is why every part of me is so damaged  still, magnificent star, I revolve around you  I needed to return to a rural countryside  where I could finally see each moon that she made shine  because these moons are all of my insecurities oh, how she made them all seem so admired
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
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Ultimately,  I think she had forgotten what she meant to me. somewhere along the way I found myself in the middle of the busiest city  on the eastern side of the Mississippi River  I could no longer find the star  that lead me to her eyes somehow, we’ve become distracted by the lights  that are artificially made just to tear souls apart  the first night I was awed by her beauty  there was a lunar eclipse in the sky  and everything felt so dark but she was  the closet thing to a sun  she shined brighter than any star I’ve ever seen  I told her  You are the sun, and i am each and every  planet revolving around you the first four planets are my  mind, soul, body, and heart and the astroid belt acts as a rib still dangerous, the fragments leave craters behind  this is why every part of me is so damaged  still, magnificent star, I revolve around you  I needed to return to a rural countryside  where I could finally see each moon that she made shine  because these moons are all of my insecurities oh, how she made them all seem so admired
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
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