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"The Sun's Eternal Struggle Against Your Light"

People say the sun is the mightiest light ,

rising each day to scare the night. 

Lighting up our world, 

With an ever growing golden glow. 

But the truth remains unseen,

It's not the world it seeks to win.

It burns so fierce it is true, 

Only because it envies you.

For when you smile, the sun crumbles, 

Fighting for its throne it trembles. 

It burns and burns fearing it's plight, 

Afraid to lose to your pure light. 

Still everyday it rises again, 

Scorching bright, hiding it's pain. 

The mighty sphere then accepts what's true,

of forever being dull next to you.

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Better to admit you walked through the wrong door than spend your life in the wrong room.

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“Remove yourself from those one-sided friendships where you are the only one putting in the effort.”

— Unknown

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“How do you know someone is for you? They bring peace you haven’t found anywhere else. They support your effort. They water your growth.”

— Unknown

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The more you value yourself,

The more valuable you become to the people that are actually right for you.

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Come close like the wind comes to caress the flower's petals without plucking any.

e.v.e.

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"Your voice sings a perfect song,

In that moment, nothing's wrong.

Just me and your voice so clear,

No one else is ever near."

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“A little rain is nothing compared to the storm I grew up in.”

— Mandy K., Constellation of Sadness

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"If I have to describe her as an art,

Then that paintbrush was never touched again"

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"She looks up and feels lucky while staring at the stars,

But it's the stars that are lucky enough to have a place in her eyes."

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"In a world full of desert, she was the sand in my hourglass."

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She is always told she has lovely eyes.

Why only eyes? Eyes are so overrated.

There is not a single thing about her that I have ever hated.

She will never know what a beauty she is

Until she gets to see herself through my eyes.

Her eyes are so unlucky; they never get to see her—

Maybe just a picture or a reflection in the mirror.

I remember us both sitting on the roof under the sky.

She looks up and feels lucky while staring at the stars,

But it's the stars that are lucky enough to have a place in her eyes.

This is not a poem but a description of what my eyes saw that night.

Surely my eyes are the luckiest of all,

Watching my universe stare at the universe above her

In love while sitting to her right.