i am a constant tangle between the realms of reality and fantasy. my life is criss-crossed in scars like that of an intricately weaved bracelet, dangled across God's delicate fingertips, each strand of string a new story. Life is an ever-changing puzzle in my mind. In a sense you might call me a star with the mood swings of a prepubescent girl. somedays i soar up gracefully to join the other stars in a search for something i'll never find. i can shine bright and proud but in reality all i am is a mixture of greenhouse gases polluting the atmosphere, pretending to be something glorious, beautiful. but most days i continue my thanatoid descent. falling seems to be what i'm best at.
the broken stars are the ones that shine brightest.
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