"I'm going to die young," she said to me,
"I'm not going to go out like that."
How could she grow old?
The ancient fire in her eyes
speaks of a deep desire to be back in the stars.
A part of the sun.
She lives in every moment as if there is no consequence for the next
Not scared of pleasure, she relishes in her pain.
The highs are high and the lows are low,
but underneath it all there is an understanding that she will end back up in the sky.
So nothing else matters to her,
except for the the feeling of being alive.
~ Celina Marie
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