Some nights you feel
like there's a thousand galaxies exploding
in every inch of you
and you are burning too bright to ever be looked at directly,
and some night you feel impossible small,
like your whole body could slip through the spaces between atoms
and never reappear in this world again,
and some might you feel like a paper doll,
carefully crafted and easily blown away,
too delicate to ever be touched,
and some nights you will feel like each cell
in your body is made of the strength that holds
the whole planet together, and that is okay,
because you are made of stardust and minuscule atoms
and breakable bones and the building blocks
of everything in the universe,
and you are too alive to never feel anything more than human.
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