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I stare at the stars and the sky up above and think "what am I made of?"

Am I full of sorrow? Am I hurt and pained?
Or am I filled with love?
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xRedx · M
I do the same, listening to the wind rustle through the trees and blowing through the wind chime. It melts my stress away. Knowing that this planet, or galaxy for that matter is a mere fraction of an atom of a spec of dust in this colossal universe.