Sometimes I wonder if we become stars after we die.
Some people believe in reincarnation, some believe there's nothing,
and some believe we go to heaven or hell.
But, stars have to come from somewhere.
I remember looking up into the night, closing my eyes and making a wish. Just hoping and believing that one day they'd come true.
So maybe, when I die, I'll be the star that keeps a broken child's wish and holds onto it until something good happens to them.
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Just Another Heartbroken Story
PoetryThere's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love...
