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Sep 2019
i'm tired of wishing upon stars
looking down, gazing at me
all it ever gave me were bruises and scars
And yet i'm still too blind to see
what stars are supposed to be
a ball of gas floating like quasars
Like me locked up indoors
Yet people see me as something
But all I am is a whole bunch of nothing
Written by
Rafael Gonzaga  20/M
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