we grew like wildflowers under the rising sun

i look up and see stars on my ceiling

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laying here i feel the weight of my feelings
outer space says that this is letting go

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i know that if destiny allows it to be, you will find me under a tree breathing in everything
if only the sky would tell me what you truly think of me

i probably should let go of this wonder, but i wish the stars were the stars we were under.