It was a story that had been told time and time again,
a boy falls in love with a girl,
and the girl falls in love with the boy,
until they've fallen into the pot of destiny,
where not even hope can save them,
their choices were never theirs in the beginning,
for the laws of possession are ever-changing,
and the boy fell in love with the limits free will could give him,
but it was time against time itself,
and the girl's heart was still in denial that their souls were not predetermined.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
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