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And humans wish.
Everything about stars are magical.
How can they be so vast, countless?
We seem tiny, diminutive, if we are compared.
I used to wish my problems away.
How come stars get to be stars,
and I have to be an unlucky child?
I did not ask to be born unlucky.
I want to sparkle,
just as stars do.
My preschool teacher said
something I disagree,
I don't think you can be
anything you want to be.
They explode to create new stars.
That is what I am learning in class.
"Their atoms spread."
The stars of atoms may spread,
and touch many corners of the earth.
Have they touched me.
Thinking about this,
I feel a light weight on my chest.
We are all made of stardust.
Thinking about that makes me
feel like I am