[center][h2][color=lightsteelblue]I envy the stars.[/color][/h2]
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They burn so brightly, a pattern against the night;
[color=lightsteelblue]Beautiful?[/color] Sure, beautiful to the eye, but beautiful in nature as well. 

So far from us, they are only mere [color=lightsteelblue]dreams.[/color]
We may not reach for them with [color=lightsteelblue]expectation[/color]
to grasp, for they are something [color=lightsteelblue]untouchable.[/color]
Something [color=lightsteelblue]unobtainable.[/color]
Something one cannot own.
Something that could never be tamed,
So that even if you could get close,
They would burn you to a crisp.

[color=lightsteelblue]We cannot claim a star,
Taint them with our grasp.[/color]

I envy the stars,
Purely because I wish to be a speck against the black sky. 
Hidden away from the world’s hateful hands,
To only be thought as pretty,
And to be recognized as something that will never truly be owned. 

My [color=lightsteelblue]bruises[/color] would fade from my flesh,
Mingle into a fiery gold one would [color=lightsteelblue]fear[/color] clasping,
One would fear challenging.
The tired eyes of mine would witness no lies,
My heart would feel no [color=lightsteelblue]bitter betrayal,[/color]
And my lips would no longer speak troubled words.

When I die, I do not fear what is to come;
[color=lightsteelblue]For while I know I do not deserve the peace I seek, 
The peace I want,
It is alright to dream.[/color]
If the Reaper shall watch me,
I shall watch him too. 
I shall challenge the cold gaze of death with my own, 
Challenge it to take me far away from everything I know,
From the depths of this world,
From the happinesses I have known,
From the pains I have endured,
And to place me into that black sky,
[color=lightsteelblue]forever.[/color]
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