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It's hard to get my mind around, how big the universe is, and the possibility that it had always been there. They had to come up with a theory because they just couldn't accept that something had always existed and always will. There was always life and will always be a spark of it left.
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting
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