last night I saw a shooting star fall. when I was looking up, i realized how infinite the sky really was, and how irrelevant i actually am in the tragically beautiful graveyard of stars above me. I was always told me that I have angels watching over me, and that i am never really alone. i believe that the sky is the closest thing to heaven, and that maybe the angels are in the stars. even when it seems like the whole world is against me, i know that my angels will always mend my wings, and they won’t let me fall. however, maybe some angels are meant to give more love than they will ever get back in return, and maybe we aren’t the only ones hurting. maybe an angel above couldn’t give anymore, and maybe that’s why the star fell.
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katieearnest05 (
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I agree that there is a lot of solace in really looking at the sky. Makes all sorts of problems insignificant.
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