My existence is much like the star in the picture.
I know you can't find it.
It goes unnoticed,
because yes,
it is not as attractive as the moon,
nor is it as bright as the sun.
But yet it is important.
Even after you can't see it,
or you can't love it,
it exists.
You all are divided into
selenophiles
and
heliophiles.
But it has no lovers.
So am I.
But still we exist.
Or maybe the problem is in you.
You are looking at us
from far far away.
We too can be someone's moon,
and someone's sun.
We too can have our own lovers.
But untill then,
you keep loving your moon and your sun.
And we,
we'll keep shining,
without anyone loving us.
Without anyone noticing us.
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