when we see stars, we think of them, we see them in our dreams, and when we somehow manage to reach them, we wonder wether it's true or it's a dream, or maybe it's even a fantasy, anyways, every time we go back to earth, dream and reality don't make difference, because a part of our soul stays beside stars, so if it's reality, we would live everyday for it, and if it's dream, we would escape to it every night..
Blue rose star
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