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I look up into the Sky up at the Stars
Realizing all of the pain

Why the Sky cries
The clouds always look so beautiful
Making a different color everyday
And yet they still cry soaking everyone in their depression

Why the Sun dies
It shines so brightly
Its mighty and high in the sky
But it still dies at the end of the day
Falling in silence, shining everyone with its depression

Why the Moon screams
It looks so beautiful
Shining light blue into the sky
The Moon is like someone’s face
Trying to reach out and call for help
But it is never heard
Why can’t you hear the Moon’s depression?

Why the Stars fall
They look so enchanted
Sparkling bright blues and white into the air, the sky
Making shapes and then falling to the
Weight of the world
Falling to their own depression

Knowing all of these things
I now know that no matter how beautiful
Something, someone, anything may seem
It will still fall and die in its own
Depression