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We were simply stars, we loved each other, but yet we were millions of miles apart, so we accepted. We accepted and we still shone, letting the other stars know, yes, I still love you. We are all simply stars. Shining hopeless to let people know we are there, but most of us grow dim with loneliness and we explode. We shatter and create stardust, which might land on someone’s cheeks. Oh well, we think, at least, we could touch something. It was a wonderful feeling.