I used to look up at the stars and see you're name written in them. Like you were some kind of hero. And I wondered if it was possible to like someone that much.

Now, I look down at the dirt and see your face. You shouldn't mean anything to me anymore, yet somehow, even after you hurt me so much, I still see your face.

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