Stars.
They shine bright, emitting light to our night sky.
They shine for the people, for us to stare in wonder.
Selfless, loving, and beautiful.
To inspire. To wish upon.
Star.
Loren wanted to be a star.
But stars die too.
They never last forever.
They can only stand for so long.
They give in, imploding into a black hole, becoming something that ***** in everything, turning them into nothing.
If they're ever noticed, they're feared of.
Otherwise, they're forgotten, never given any attention.
Stars die too.
Loren wanted to be a star.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
Stars.
They shine bright, emitting light to our night sky.
They shine for the people, for us to stare in wonder.
Selfless, loving, and beautiful.
To inspire. To wish upon.
Star.
Loren wanted to be a star.
But stars die too.
They never last forever.
They can only stand for so long.
They give in, imploding into a black hole, becoming something that ***** in everything, turning them into nothing.
If they're ever noticed, they're feared of.
Otherwise, they're forgotten, never given any attention.
Stars die too.
Loren wanted to be a star.
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