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Dec 2018
"Look at how tragically beautiful the sky is, it's a graveyard of stars" I said

"How can you say so?" He asked while looking at me


"For all the stars that are twinkling and glittering that paints the night sky has long been dead and empty, yet it still shines so bright, it is dead yet alive. It still gives hope and to everyone that finds the meaning of their existence. Even though they are dead they still glimmer in their darkest.
Everyone will love you if you are dead just like how they love the stars
I think every atom in my body are remnants of the universe, Iron in my blood, Nitrogen in my DNA, Calcium in my bones and Carbon in my soul is who I am, I have stuff in me as old as the universe humming with different verse.
I wish I am a star wrapped in a skin the light you are all seeking has always been within." I answered

"Now, I'm ready to become one of the stars"
Angel
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