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To create,
A power we all have.
Yet...
Nobody truly sees it as a gift,
Until it's ripped away from us.
As well as life.
As well as family.
As well as the existence of our universe.
So I raise the question,
Are you the best version of you?
The answer may be obvious you say.
That no matter what, there is a perfect version of you out there.
But.
You are alive.
You are here.
In an infinite number of possibilities you are one of the rare cases that has survived this long.
So,
Instead of focusing on our flaws,
About how somewhere in the multiverse there is one perfect version of us,
We should think about the gift
Of being better than an infinite amount of others.
Because in the end,
We're all here for a reason.
So rest easy child,
For fate will always find you...
No matter the pain
Or grief...
Some thing this world can't take away from you...
Is destiny.
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Everyone sits at the table during breakfast. Baxter was sitting outside the window, and most people were chatting. Balloon looked over at Nickel and folded his wings behind him a bit. He looked nervous, like he wanted to ask something.
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Crowned
FanfictionThe world is being ripped apart at it's seams, and it's up to 10 assigned gods to see the mortal plane back together. But all of them are children or just barely adults... And one of the gods is not as they seem... Will these newly crowned gods be...
