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May 2 2019 Victoria Indianapolis

On a foggy night such as this,
I fail to see a single star.
I try and try, but none are there.
My mind wants to trick me,
But I know it lies.
For there are no stars above me.

On these dark nights, darker than the others,
I always feel so alone.
I need to get over you. I need to get by this.
But I still love you.
I know I shouldn't.
For there are no stars above me.

I'm told "you can do it" "forget her"
Yet I think about you almost constantly
All that you were is all I'll ever need.
But that can't matter anymore.
Because you don't love me anymore.
For there are no stars above me.

Six months ago, I last saw you.
I wish I could say I'm okay
But my life is as clear as this night sky.
I felt it from you. I know it's real.
Yet I know you'll never be here again.
For there are no stars above me.

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