My favourite star in the sky
A bright and shiny thing
Full and strong, huge and distant
I remember the day... have no idea when
I found out that my star wasn't a star atall..
It was huge, and it was bright..
But not a speck on what it once meant to me. That star was a planet. Accessable, small... mediocre... dangerous...
My star isn't what it once was.
It was beautiful.
It was mine.
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