05/09/1957

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fate


I loved someone once who told me that fate
Was real and everything happened for a
Reason.

When that person died, and left me alone
I could not accept that it was meant to
Be.

Because if I did, it would mean that they
Never once had a chance to live out their
Dreams.

So I convinced myself that fate could not
Be real. I challenged it and I fought it
And did everything I could for the gods
To know that the predetermined story
they wrote for me would never come to be.

But now I am tired, wishing that fate
Would just tell me what's next and help me to
Live. 

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