This is the Destiny

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Let me speak with brutual honesty!


I was not what I want to be


I was what you wanted me


I am not who I used to be


I was not who is really me


Sometimes I feel my self as faulty


I was always me as you want me


Now I am, what I am, simply me


But still one thought is killing me


How I was with you without me?


And how you're now without me?


I was with you 'cause you were with me


Now we are apart and this is the destiny.



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