The Fault in Our Stars

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When I was a little girl, I would pray. With my eyes wide open and my head tilted back in wonder, Struggling to soak up every ounce of happiness and sunshine I could
It’s a metaphor, see? You put the killing thing Right between your teeth, But you don’t give it the power To do its killing.  But you don’t get to choose If you get hurt in this world.
"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellaions." Shooting across the sky of my brain. I try to change their position to avoid the pain
Look at her eyesHow they glimmer and shineThe sun is settingYet still they sparkle in the light of the lime
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