We Live On A Rock That Is Gilded With Stars In The Night And I Love To Believe That I'm The Dust They
We live on a rock that is gilded with stars in the night and I love to believe that I'm the dust they leave behind. Because, what if we are attracted to them because we were a part of them but they left us so we can be our own person?
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