We aren’t what we thought we are, or what we once were. We’re different stars in the universe. Our plug has been pulled. The electricity had been blown. We no longer shine our true colors. We no longer shoot across the sky without a care. We are all now the same, dark shape of a star, empty of light and purpose, with no more edges or points; we are dead. We are gone to the human race. We have given up on finishing the life set before us. And we are burned out.
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