They are, yes they are diamonds. I'm an admirer. If anybody knew, how can they tell everything to the entire world without remorse or else, I just can't imagine if I were 'em. Can I keep going like that? Or should I stay on the line? I don't think I am mature enough to try to think about that. I'm crying just to listen to an untitled song, which reminds me to a world without stars, without any nebula which always keeps me wondering, how the sun exist while his mother doesn't even exist. I'm not crying for something that doesn't affect me, I cry only for things that breaks when I'm broke, though the essence of broken for me doesn't determine anything but a state of being ready-to-rebuild. Back to the diamonds, the shines so terribly bright like a solitary cloud, yes. I wanna remind them that I'm expecting one of them to be the first star on the galaxy where the star is only dream. I am an astronaut, I've been stranded on this space all my life and still I enjoy admiring the skies. I hope they know why.
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