Run amongst the stars with me.
I wish she could run with me,
Amongst the stars.
Run along the constellations,
Because every star has a story to be told,
Every star is a city of gold.
She's not okay, I see her every day
Crying
Lonely
I just wish she would stop worrying. Stop worrying and run amongst the stars I say.
Once you do that, the pain will go away.
Love,
Yours truly. We will meet again soon, in another life, live this one. Don't end it tonight.
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