Growing up, she traced the moon every night with her pointy finger
When she was eight she told her daddy she wanted to be like the beautiful stars one day
But, some dreams are forgotten in time.
One night at age fifteen she was at a bonfire; completely lost in who she was.
She hadn't known herself in six months since boys started noticing her breasts and her braces came off. She was brand new. No more galaxy girl
She had drank a few and smoked some smoke--
Completely lost in her thought until she saw the moon.
She crawled in a random tail bed and traced the moon with her pointy finger like when she was three
The next day she visited her daddy's grave and told him it was time to change.
She remembered she wanted to be a star one day.
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