Wish upon a star,
No matter where you are,
I am there.
With you,
Near you,
I am you.
This being that is me,
Often isn't who I want me to be.
But rather shattered, tattered and torn,
into piece like any other useless glass knicnack.
Shreaded and indebted to a dream not worth dreaming,
In a mind ever seething,
My breathing will always waver and plumet with the sun.
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O.o You're actually going to read this??? o.O
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