we are all made of sadness and stardust

but i pity those who only wrestle meteors

and wish for shooting stars

they do not see the beauty in being

nor accept solitude

the sharp edges of the meteors

grating into their hearts

making them react to others

with elbows made of gravel and rock

and they do not see that every star that falls

is every tear from the ones they hurt

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