Unrequited love...

Dear,

There's been a star which had been twinkling incessantly,

For so many nights,

Only with the hope that you'll acknowledge its presence one day,

Though you didn't even give it a good glance.

That star, that same star, I promise,

You'll want to see again,

For no reason,

And will feel guilty that you let it go,

And would badly want to see it twinkle for one last time.

But it wouldn't.

It again wouldn't.

Because my dear,

That star,

It's dead.

I'm dead

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