Stars
Sometimes when nothing seems right i look into the sky and look for my answers...
And in all those stars i try to fathom which ones you are or if at all you are there or not and then like magic i get a weird sense of serenity as if all these questions and all my chaos is projected out to that wild dream worth living...
And in all those stars i try to fathom which ones you are or if at all you are there or not and then like magic i get a weird sense of serenity as if all these questions and all my chaos is projected out to that wild dream worth living...
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