I often wonder what happens after death. You know, that all so typical fascination with the unknown and dangerous- the kind which makes moths hit themselves again and again against a light bulb. Yeah, my friends say that's the side-effect of being a teenager but then, I do have an especially morbid bunch of those.
Check this totally fictional story out, and let's see if Wattpad and I are made for each other or not.
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