Maybe some people burn brighter than others
Maybe they're like the stars we watch, Shining from our windows in the night sky
Maybe sometimes
We put up our hands
And curl them in the open air
And pretend that we can actually touch them.
But the truth is
They will always feel alone in a crowd
They will always glance wistfull
At the people around them
Wishing they didn't burn. At all.
Because some people
Can't be fixed
Because some people
Are meant to be broken.
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