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It’s funny—whenever I look at something like the night sky, I’m reminded of how small me and my problems are. We’re all made up of our own little worlds—some just have less stars.

Everyone always left. All under different circumstances, and not always by choice, sure, but somehow he always wound up alone.

No one can touch you, sweetheart, or I lose my shit.