Oh, the nightmare of it all.

Oh, the nightmare of it all.

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Like a falling star. A beautiful falling star. So radiant it cannot escape my sight. So graceful the curve of it's descent, like a swinging hook to my heart.

I do not dodge. What for, anyway?

It is a falling star. No matter how beautiful it is, no matter how much my soul is entranced by it, it is a falling star. And it will fall.

I might as well be there where it falls.
At least I will see lights. And more lights. And more lights.

I see lights until the death of me.

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Oh, the nightmare of it all.