Why did I call myself starrynite? I don't know. It originated from somewhere. I remember seeing it as a name of a bed mattress shop in Malaysia. Maybe it stuck from there? I like the sound of it. And after hearing Van Gogh had a painting of it or that Don McLean had a song about it, my feelings for it just grew, I guess. And now it's stuck. Something that no one else ever takes.
It gives me hope that I am something more than I am so far. There is light in the darkness.
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