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As my eyes meet the bare sky lifeless and mundane an unsatisfying gradient of a dull blue and an equally dull orange a part of me aches aches in knowing that no longer can i trace out the constellations and no longer can i listen to the whispers of your comfort played out for my chaotic soul but aching is all we seem to be doing it is something every unloved have had engraved in their bones for finally we succeeded in chasing away the stars so ache we must and ache we shall for we are the ones who drove away the stars