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By moondaisy

Light marks my distant dreaming, And the glowing stars differ my wish. Drifting at all angles and changing my beliefs, Puts a sparking smile on their face. I was left wonder with a fear, That you'd think I'm not different enough. Discreetly crying a lonely river, A torn heart from a fake life. Unpacked clouds of coldness, What's happening? A strength that never re-grows, Is growing. And wings that are torn, repaired. Something is taking place that shouldn't, Not that it couldn't, Or wouldn't.

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