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Sep 2018
I often wonder what becomes of the stars that die.
Where do they go?
Because I don't like the thought of them burning or becoming a black hole.
I like the hugely romanticized version where they fall and become a shooting star to grant one more wish of a lonely person who still hoped that stars do grant wishes to those who believe hard enough.
Britni Ann
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Britni Ann  21/F/Colorado
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