if i have the beauty of a rose,
then the rose must be dying
if i am a diamond,
well this diamond must be fake cause its shattering
but maybe im not a rose or a diamond
maybe i am a star
cause stars r meant to burn right
but i think this star is falling
its light is starting to fade
but there r millions of stars in the sky
so who would notice if one disapeared
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