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I'm scared of growing up, but I can't do anything about it :(((

Should I post the whole short story? 1 or 2?

'I love till the moon and back'

It’s Not Better

The cities have gotten bigger But it doesn’t, won’t, and can’t define better

It’s Not For Us

Do we really love each other or are we just desperate to know the feeling of being loved by the person that we love?

Was It Really?

It wasn’t unrequited love. It wasn’t even love. It was just the feeling of closeness and attachment that only you felt towards the other person.

“Tesoro.”

Okay, the butterflies are here.

Does life also hate itself because of how a lot of people hate it?

I’m not a star yet

The stars, they must be calling your name to be like one of them

I became fond of those stars, wanting to be one too

Will there be a queue?

Tonight, as I look at the night sky, I saw a blue moon

Is that a butterfly that left its cocoon?

Can I be one too?

If ever I do become a star too, can we be in the same galaxy?

Or will this star be a happy tragedy?

Or is every star like that?

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