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Comfort.

Broken stars craving the embrace of the dark. People begging for the sake of their heart.

Heal.

The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.

Shooting Star.

The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.

Scribble.

Some battles fought; survived and lost.

Issues.

She sees a soul trapped in a body with self worth issues.

Words.

Merely looking at the stars, admiring the moon, and feeling the cold breeze was my delight.