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Apr 2018
"Look at the last star befor the sun rise" she said, pointing to a star in the early morning sky. "Oh yea it's pretty bright" I replied "but look it's not the last one; there is another one on the right over there do you see it sparkling?" I pointed "its not as bright as the other one but the bright one doesn't sparkle like the dim one." I can't help but feel like it wants me to see it... as if I'm important enough for a star no matter how small to want anything to do with saying hello to me.
Written by
ryanë Smith  18/M/Texas
(18/M/Texas)   
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