blackhole
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I’m hurting
I feel the swell begin to form
The back of my throat begin to hurt
Tears begin to drip but I wipe them down
I'm the Big Dog—VY Canis Majorisin the Big Dog constellationthat's why you still adore usHowling loudly—I'm a star!Among the biggest known to manDistinctly visible from afarso don't look for me at Cannes!
I don't know why I do it
Degrading myself for others to walk over me
Doing what they want to make me small
I let them
To make sure I can still feel
If I didn't let it happen,
How I would love to love a scientist
of curious mind and dazzled eyes
which seek understanding of complexities
in order to bask in their impossible beauty
for they understand the statistical significance
