To a Friend

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Longing,

Losing,

Reaching,

Trying to grasp the stars but always falling short of the clouds.

An endless twilight closes around my body.

Every voice in my head mocks my every movement.

But I'm not alone.

I couldn't bear to lose anything more to this life

But I can still see the stars,

They guide me to warm hearts.

I can't lose myself in the dead of night,

Not when my friends can be my light.

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