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I have this dream 

where the sky is dark, 

moon illuminating, 

faded stars surrounding it, 

that I gaze at from 

Moments slip away

faster than I'd like them to.

Moments I could hold onto forever

moments I would hold onto forever

if I were given the chance.

Although memories are forever,

Well, here we go again.

The urge to write a poem

but unsure what to write about.

That’s what this is.

"I don't care," I say.

Don't care.

Don't.

Do not.

Don't want to.

Can't.

Scared to.

You look at me.

Ask, "What about your friends?"

Yes, what about them, self?

I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far.

“Hey! Congrats, you finished! Would you like to see how far you’ve come?”

“Finished? What do you mean finished? It’s barely been a week, are you kidding me?”