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I like those photos of you. Your voice was always so sweet. I remember your stories, my little star. Isn't your life so grand? Look at your reflection, isn't it stunning? Like a mortal imbued with love. Why are you crying, little star? Don't you see your beauty? You were dipped in glorious gold, and your eyes hold the hues of wood and chocolate. Why are you screaming, why does it seem like your reflection makes you suffer? I hear your pleas, little star. What do you mean you can't remember? You have all these words, little star, so even others may remember your emotions. You can feel the souls around you, can't you hear them cry for you? What are the photos for? Don't you know those are only lights and reflections? You sound so broken, little star. You're supposed to weave tales of love, not shed tears of pain. I like your words, little star. Why do you ruin the pages you write on? You're suffering, little star. You were meant to share your words, others will remember you. I see you, little star. Don't you know how your soul cries to be heard? Look at your beloved, a true testament to unconditional love. Why did you leave them? You're seen little star, your words echo in the souls of all who read. We see you.
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