Dying Stars
So I ask myself what the fuck am I going to do about being a dying star right outside the galaxy that is the person I love.
A star whose light never goes out. A star whose light can only be seen, when the stars of the galaxy fade or disappear. A star who reminds the galaxy of it's own beauty. A galaxy worth something even without it's pull.
A star whose light dims and disappears when the stars of the galaxy returns.
the answer is simple. Keep being a dying star. Because it hurts. but also because it makes you happy that the galaxy is happy even without you.
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