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Published: Jul 20, 2014

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she looked into his eyes and saw galaxies , nebulae and infinite mountains of silver , stars trailing from his fingertips but she realized that she was merely a comet , another shooting star quickly fading from his sight to be forgotten . but he was her sun .

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she was beautiful , the way a forest fire was beautiful .

i'm really sorry guys but i think my break is gonna have to be prolonged . my life is damaged right now , and i don't know how to fix it . but i promise i won't be gone forever .

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