seventy four

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chapter 74
"the stars"

the specs of stars glistening above me
tell me i am beautiful
but the raging sun i depend on so dearly
screams hatred for me

little support
for such a big world
i sometimes wonder
how the earth holds the trees

is it the way i hold me?
unsteady and can hardly breathe
is it the weight on top of me?
dying for release

sometimes I wonder
can the stars hear me scream?
my inner thoughts
treat me so mean

he took the stole the stars
i think
he caused them harm

little did i know
he only took the light from them
and it took the sun
to see them in the night again


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