A Piece of poetry

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We look at the same stars,
But we are all different.
They take some people too far,
To places, they have never seen.
But some people reminisce about their scars,
That start to bleed.

The stars can heal and they can hurt.
'Cause they know all your truth,
Watching everyone in this world,
Even when the sky is blue.
They've long become gods for us, Singing their quiet songs
About life, about death, about you,
About what we'll never know.
So I look at the stars, do you?