You lied to me; and I didn’t even have the strength to cry; but the stars were pretty. You always knew my weakness. I’m just a sensitive girl; fallen like an angel; when you hold me in your arm; I feel like I’m in heaven. The stars were pretty; but they lied too. Upon a shooting star; I wished it would never end; but its over. Yes, the stars were pretty, but my eyes deceived me; like they did with you.
– 8.1.97 (revised 12.29.07)
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