Stars & dreams.
Why is it so hard to achieve my happiness if im supposed to be supportive of your dreams?
I keep telling myself that stars are not only lights that illuminate the sky, they're dreams from every person in this world. Why is it that this has many truths, but i can't see mine? Why is it that everybody can be happy and I can't? My insecurities and anxieties are a part of me that I have gotten used to.
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