the stars

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sometimes
i look up to
the dark blue sky
and wish
the stars
would bury me alive.
maybe
if i just hope hard enough
they'll come down
and let me die;
embracing their warmth.
i'll sink
and drown
in their golden liquid
until darkness
surrounds me;
ending it all.

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