You fell in love with my stars
But not with my darkness,
So when I collapsed like all stars do
You were left with nothing but sadness.
Reborn a dark star.
You wanted the shining sea.
I was saving you.
But you were killing me.
Loving you was suffocating...
Like an ending winter without any spring.
Being surrounded by happiness
And not being able to feel a thing.
The galaxy, ofcourse doesnt care
If we watch it or not.
It will remain fataly beautiful.
Even if it's never given a thought.
~ hail
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