A million magnificent suns

On drunken nights
he often bares his frustrations,
how he contemplates on ending his life
how the weight of his problems
feel like the weight of the world,
how he no longer deserves to take up
space of even one speck of dust in
the infinite universe any longer.
Oh baby, to me, you are worth
a million magnificent suns.

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