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We could pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars; no one ever said you couldn't pretend.
It's the time you spend in realisation that the pretence was futile, and that even behind every star, there's really just one big empty space.
It is that time you spend, that cripples your heart.
It's the time you spend in realisation that the pretence was futile, and that even behind every star, there's really just one big empty space.
It is that time you spend, that cripples your heart.
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