Most nights I cant help but look at the stars. I sometimes wish I could be up there. Shinning bright down on the people below. Maybe I could be useful for once, have a meaningful purpose. Be admired for my brightness, writen about in poetry. Have someone make a wish on me during my last moments when I fall.
I wish I may,
I wish I might
I wish upon a star
tonight.
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Welcome To Hell .6 (Growing up Series)
PoetryWelcome to Hell. Growing Up Book Series's. 6
