Title: אופציונלי

Text: And I didn't like it. I didn't like the way the stars stared at me. I bet they laugh at me, a feeble speck of hopelessness. The stars know I envy their twinkle; their omnipotent beam. The stars laugh at me, though I can't help but extend my gander with gritted teeth, and culpable eyes. The stars shine so bright. Bitter, blinding, bright. כל פסקה תהיה מבחן.

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