Que Sera Sera

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I'm done.

I don't even remember anymore how many times I tried to reach out for you and ended with a huge disappointment.
Even though it hurts me, I always coming back to find a way to you. That was stupid. But understandable.

Now ...

I will stop looking for you.
I will stop trying to reach out for you.
I will stop longing for you.

Instead ...

I will surrender to whatever the fate has written for us.
I will wait here patiently.

And ...

We will see what the fate wants for us.

Whatever will be, will be.

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