Self Doubting

Sometimes I look at the night sky

Wishing that maybe I could also be a moon

Shining all alone without relying to other's bone

A moon where the word “beautiful” coming in everyone's mouth

But in reality, I am a tiny star

Can't be seen by naked eye

Shining but cannot caught

Wishing that maybe it can also be called pretty—, looking at the sky night

somethings is familiar

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