I come from believers in ancient star gazing.
I love to pretend.
Souls are always worth dying for, and make believe is my reality.
Sometimes I break in midnights relived.
The comfort comes knowing the crying stops with the rise of the morning sun.
Light has power not only in sunshine, and smiles brighten eyes to my core.
But despite all things left unsaid, I know truth lies in uncertainty.
And though I'm bound to my convictions-
Still your name is *Beautiful.
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