Last night, while I stood near the curtain, a large star fell exactly in front of my eyes. It glows so brightly that I didn't have time to think about it, so I started praying. Hoping that if a miracle exists, will it kindly return all I've lost? Will it return the days that I spent with someone I cared about? Then I realised it was merely a star engulfed in flames. Fell due to the exhaustion of becoming a star.
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Terribly Sorry
PoetryThe word "sorry" appears to be one of the most difficult to say.
