“If you want just one, you could save a lot more if you buy two.”
This is whispered every day in my brain.
A constant reminder of finances trying to be lowered.
The constant need to spend and spend until there is nothing left. 
Why, just why? Why does it feel the need to remind?

Why does it feel a need to embrace me in a sickly, sweet hold?
Why does it come in beautiful, deceptive packaging?
Why does it pop into everything?
Why does it leave remnants in every crevice?
Why, just why, did it have to take the stars?
The stars I spent my childhood staring longingly at.

The stars that gave me comfort in my teen years.
The stars that I traced the shape of in adulthood.
They aren’t mine, they aren’t anyone's, and that is what made them valuable.
They had the capacity to be in every person's life, whether in good times or bad.
They could be seen by everyone during a time of rest.
They lit the sky in beautiful patterns and sparked the inspirations of
​astronomers and astrology fanatics everywhere.

And now, you need premiums to even think about them.
The ever-present pursuit of monetary gain is what drives the nation.
The coining of trademarks is a consistent battle among companies.
The ever-changing prices in the market of goods and services.
Why, just why, did they have to sell the stars?
Putting prices on natural phenomena is an entirely new low.
Are the stars really worth that trademark?

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