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"Lone Star"
I feel wasteful
Strangely hollow
I like to tell myself
I'm wanted
But I'm just one of the many stars
That sit there
Shining with emotion
But never fully understood of their purpose
Cant see the bigger picture
We dont even try
Capable of anything
Yet our fears hold us back
Sitting pretty
Make yourself up
First impressions always count
But why is it that the last sighting is the one we dwell on the most?
I'm still here though not seen
Lost in the big photograph
Of life
*sigh*
- Amar -