Hey there, star child. Are you listening?
Pay attention. You’re the result of a supernova, star child. There’s cosmic death writ into your bones. You cannot escape that part of yourself.
You love. You love so deeply it aches. There’s a being of the void in your bed, and you should have never trusted xir. But you love.
Are you listening? Hey, star child. Stop ignoring me- dammit, no, let the void being sleep. I’m trying to talk to you. Hey. Hey. God. You’re so frustrating I have a point-
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