I was never the star that burned bright,
which was fine.
I never had that everlasting shine,
which was fine.
I never stood out at the right time,
which was fine.
Not having my own gravitational pull was my only crime.
All of this was fine.
I was far-flung and misaligned,
which was fine.
I started off with no light,
which was fine.
I did not have a solar system to call mine,
which was fine.
Even though it hurt me to realize that not all suns shine at the same time.
I was just fine.
Now I am a soft bit of sunshine,
Now I am a ball of light,
Now it is my time,
To burn up slow but burn so bright.
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