Black Star
Perhaps in some point in my muddy past.
I was a shiny bright white star.
So many years lost in my memory.
Afraid they'll ever come out of the why i buried them.
All that cruelty and hurt they gave me that painful night.
Is the reason i became a bright black star.
No matter what i do my light is no good.
Forgive me for my black light is no use.
Tonight i stopped blaming all for my hurting.
Gave in to the idea that black stars are meant to be lonely.
poem by Isabel Vicuna
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