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Does The Heart know

Does The Heart know

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 21, 2015
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Romance
Do you believe in fate...? I don't... Fate, the inevitable events predestined by an unknown force. It sounds more like a fairytale, like magic... But then how do you know? How do you know if you're with the right person? If you're doing the right thing? In some cases, how can it be anything but the universe throwing two people together? Some people tell you to follow your heart... but how does the heart know?
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