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The sky is full of stars and for as long as I can remember, I have continually looked up at them...even if it just a quick glimpse getting out of the car, I can't help but look up. I suppose I just want them to know they matter (as if they can sense my joy)...that their beauty does not go unnoticed. I take pictures of them, I stare for hours at them, I talk to them about my life. They hide during the day but during the night, they shine so bright, as if they are shouting God's glory. Oh how my heart wishes it were a star...because only the people that want to look, do. No one ever looks up who doesn't want to. Isn't that the cry of our heart? That only those who care, would look at us and instantly see our beauty? We all want to belong, we all want to be a part of a masterpiece, we all want someone to care.


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