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When the heart feels cold, it seeks not the warmth of the sun but tiny stars that light up the night for ultimately, it's the tiny dots that mark the way. The mind hates how the heart is constructed and how some habits never die.
At times like this, i would rather lie under the stars and the moon, follow the instructions of what someone used to tell me, and find that one star. I hate how it works for me but well, it works.
At times like this, i would rather lie under the stars and the moon, follow the instructions of what someone used to tell me, and find that one star. I hate how it works for me but well, it works.