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Stardust

Life is a question,
But is also a answer in itself,
Thinking about it might take some digestion,
But I don't want to put it back on the shelf.



We are made of stardust,
We are all from the unknown,
All our own kind of artist,
We are all made of the same bone.



We are all unique,
Yet are all the same,
At times we are all weak,
But we get up again and play the game.



I might share my name,
But my story my own,
No-one is the same,
In my own right I sit on the throne.



In my own right I am a Queen,
I control my life,
I can go quiet or make a scene,
I can take it all or hold the knife.



My Father always told me,
To chase and seize what I want,
You are never trapped, you're free,
Don't be the same, craft your own font.



We are all from the beyond our minds,
But protect each other we must,
We have to break from the binds,
And remember we are stars, but dust.
Written by Hearica
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