Returning The Shooting Star

Do you believe in wishes?

I hope you do.

Because I don't.

That's what divides you and me, drifts each other apart.

Yet why am I still looking at you?

Do I see something different every time I close my eyes, and when I open them it's gone?
It's a pity to see that you believe in wishes.

Yet I hope you do.

For me it's just another string of hope that I want to thread death with.

Woops that was emo, not doing that again

You really think that if you look up at the sky, somehow all of your dreams will come true.

I instead, look in a mirror

You really think that you can see right through me?

When you can't even see through yourself?

It's a pity, but I hope you believe in wishes.

Because I never will.

I don't wish for anything less.

Yet I still wish to be with you.

This madness needs to stop.
For what good does it bring other than one more chance for me to look into your eyes.

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