we come from the stars
that's what we were all taught
we're made of the same atoms
and what if i give color to these words?
we're not only former stars
we are also the sea, the paper ship, and the boat
we're following all the patterns
in the kaleidoscope of the world
but what if in us, as humans,
the content remains
and what changes is only the form
i am not afraid of dying
because when i die, i'll finally
come home
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