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“I said to the moon, “It’s a matter of great grief to me despite seeing my friends in joy. Why is life so unfair to me? Why is it that I can’t dream the way they can? Why don’t I have time like the rest of them? Oh god, am I not your child? Am I just a burden in your creation? What wrong have I done? If I share all my sorrows, the sky might just break into tears. Why does it have to be me? Who’ll look after my grandma if I am gone?”

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Book:A Play of the Cosmos: Script of the Stars
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