What a sad but most lovely thing that fate is.
It has the power to bring people into our lives but they can also be taken away from us so quickly.
Why does fate exist? When the people we love most are taken away from us in the end anyway.
Everything we love we lose.
What a cruel thing for fate to let us meet, then snatch you away in a heartbeat.
One step at a time, make it worth your while.
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Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
PoetryThis is just a jumble of writing, poetry, self help, rolled into a little thing I'd like to call Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
