You are made of stardust;
Your skin sparkles the way those stars do.
Your veins are made of the earth;
Your blood blooms flowers and leaves and trees.
Your breaths are made of the air of this planet;
You blow life into this world.
Your mouth, your lips are made of words;
You speak tales that nobody else feels.
Your eyes contain the universe in them;
They have stories to tell and stories to bury.
Your scars are made of the chronicles your life has lived;
They're constant reminders that you've felt emotions nobody has.
You are infinite.
How'd you think it's okay to burn yourself down?

If it wasn’t for the rain
Falling effortlessly on the ground,
I’d have a hard time sleeping,
Sleeping in silence.

I could rest my body gently.
The sound of the rain,
A soft murmur.  
It calms my tense body.  

Soothes my clouded mind,
And there I go, falling into my sleep.
The days I wish I would stay asleep,
In peace and at ease...

The rain has washed me.

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