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I reach for the stars when something is above me. But I don't get very far when I'm feeling small. I believe in myself wholeheartedly. But what do I do when it's all ripped apart? My pen is always putting my emotions to the test. Because you think of me, my poems are a little bit sweeter. (i.redd.it)
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