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Stars

I can't help it. As I lay under the most beautiful blanket of stars, it's hard not to be selective in my focus of attention, better yet my undivided becomes undecided as I gaze further into depths one could lose ones self and yet i cant take my eyes away from it.... ' Phone Home ' That's what ET said. But where is home when all we know is the unknown of what we're shown. Supernova's live for the moment of dying. Goin out in such a huge, raging, ball of fire, one last hoorah if you're that type. I don't know exactly what my purpose is in this life but it's hard not to see the stars in the sky n not know what they they're for right?

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