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Why can I spot a sea of stars
if she can't see just one?
Why is her life a catch of misery
if mine is full of fun?
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Why is her every breath labored
if mine are clear and light?
Why is running my pleasure
if walking is for her a fight?
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Why is love mine, so plentiful
if she's shrouded in broken hate
Why do I smile and laugh and live
if she's doomed to such a fate?
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Why is it fair if I can live
when she's witnessed death and scars?
She's groping in the darkness; how still
do I spot a sea of stars?
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Rachel Steinmetz
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