Stars in the open sky
I can't reach any
But at least no one can
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Confused Days
Poetry~ Confusion helps when I'm sad. It takes my mind off it. I drift off to sleep, And all I see is darkness ~ Poems that I can't find homes for ~ 'Days' series updated every two days
Stars
Stars in the open sky
I can't reach any
But at least no one can
