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i had been walking with my pockets full of stones for as long as i can remember. the well was overdrawn and dry. the path had been blanketed with leaves and needles.

under and endless amount of monikers and hypotheticals, you've woven yourself into the fabric of my being. slowly unraveling my defenses to my core.

i had been praying that you've found your star.

i took a quick gasp of air, only to be left in the dark.