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there is a part of me in my head that never stopped being a little child, since that's when everything changed. it makes every discovery new and beautiful but every loss so unbearably painful... some part of me is walking through the woods alone and will never find my way out
"Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.” ― Robert Frost, The Poetry of Robert Frost
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