Humans are like shooting stars,
Billions of them in the sky,
They have different sizes and a unique shine,
Some stars shine bright,
Some stars are dull,
Some stars can be such a beutiful sight,
So beutiful I'm mesmorized by it's light,
But even though they're pretty,
They still fall,
They eventually hit the ground,
And all beauty is lost,
All shooting stars no matter how bright they shine must fall,
Dull,
Bright,
And all.
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