By Ellie Anne
In another universe
where wishes upon shooting stars become true
we lie together hand in hand
wishing for nothing more than to lay here forever,
but in this universe,
we lay in different places,
we are hand in hand with sadness
wishing for nothing but death to come sooner,
but my love, I hope your wish never comes true.
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