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when someone brings up how pretty the stars look I will always think of you that night because the sky was full of light but somehow your brown eyes were shining brighter like every star in the universe had fallen into them and decided to stay the same eyes that look at me like I'm the only girl in the world like the moon only rises just to watch the ocean shine how being with you makes me feel stronger better like I'm finally the version of myself I was always meant to be like the way the sun makes flowers open in the morning you make parts of me come alive like I have a reason to still be here. you've seen my scars the ones I try to hide like cracks in glass that somehow hold together you've seen my insecurities my quiet thoughts my opinions the messy parts of me and instead of looking away you stayed like stars that refuse to disappear even when the sky turns to nothing and somehow after seeing all of me you still call me beautiful like I'm something rare like I'm a constellation instead of just another star
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
Stars
when someone brings up how pretty the stars look I will always think of you that night because the sky was full of light but somehow your brown eyes were shining brighter like every star in the universe had fallen into them and decided to stay the same eyes that look at me like I'm the only girl in the world like the moon only rises just to watch the ocean shine how being with you makes me feel stronger better like I'm finally the version of myself I was always meant to be like the way the sun makes flowers open in the morning you make parts of me come alive like I have a reason to still be here. you've seen my scars the ones I try to hide like cracks in glass that somehow hold together you've seen my insecurities my quiet thoughts my opinions the messy parts of me and instead of looking away you stayed like stars that refuse to disappear even when the sky turns to nothing and somehow after seeing all of me you still call me beautiful like I'm something rare like I'm a constellation instead of just another star
I love you Isaac, thank you for making me feel special. never forget that night my star.
alwayspaulaaa
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
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