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Jan 2017
They call me The Astronaut, cause she was my World you see?
Until she needed Space, and decidedΒ she'd leave me.
Now I am just drifting, alone in the Galaxy.
The Stars I'm passing by, they don't look like Stars to me.
Inspired by a writing by HP's Torin Galleshaw
Written by
NiTSUDD  Cumberland
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