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• unpublished prose collection.

spark

and just like that, she was reunited with freedom’s clearest dew.

though the process was bittersweet, she had made it.

in the end everything will be resolved and close into a chapter of your life.

its always that darn fear that stops me from being free.

its just another night and im staring at the moon, i saw a shooting star and thought of you

i think back to when i found you but you were never there..

i cared, but he left me in the pouring rain.

i think im in love with you. but what will you think?

the greatest mystery in life is finding out who you truly are

if i was to think of that times you made my days as stars, i’d have a galaxy

my heart sinks when you leave.

why, if we occupy this body of ours and don't know so much about it. Is it even ours?

sometimes i feel lonely although there are people around me but that emptiness deep inside where i think is either in my chest or my brain wont leave me be,

we all grow up at some point, shaping ourselves from our regrets and mistakes.

is it because you brighten my day or brighten my heart?

why wasnt i born as a star

i look up in the night sky but the stars dont shine as bright as it did before.

some things are better off unchanged