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When i think of you and your sweet everything's,
my mind always seems to return to one thing..
the stars.
forever stretching out in the empty abyss of the terrifying dark surrounding them,
shining in the most heaven-sent contrast
forever reminding me of my universal unimportance
in the most
glorifying
way a boy could ever dream of.
I look up at you, and I'm constantly reminded of the tales, folklore and stories people entrust in you
how many people have clasped there hands together,
believing,
that you could fulfil there dreams
i think that's so beautiful.
i think your so...
beautiful.