Hoodiegirl3
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- Type of diabetes
- Type 1
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They say the stars outlast us all
Eternal sentinels on high
But i have sought their silver hearts
And wonder if, perhaps, they die
Perhaps they gasp the cold of dawn
A final breath of living night
Then newborn sparks born of the dark
Breath in the dusk, and breathe out light
Do not ask how the oceans blue,
Or why the tides their time do keep,
To love is simply to know this:
The tides are true as the ocean is deep
Eternal sentinels on high
But i have sought their silver hearts
And wonder if, perhaps, they die
Perhaps they gasp the cold of dawn
A final breath of living night
Then newborn sparks born of the dark
Breath in the dusk, and breathe out light
Do not ask how the oceans blue,
Or why the tides their time do keep,
To love is simply to know this:
The tides are true as the ocean is deep
