Never Let You Go
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Knowing your path in life is half the battle. Knowing your destiny isn't all it's perked up to be. Sometimes destiny destroys the meaning of living your life the way it was meant to be. And the way it is meant to go, is for you to exist and create it through the flow. The flow of feeling alive and going along with what you have done and making mistakes along the way that others will try not to go through. And making history of your own that others may or may not see, but what counts is that it's yours and only yours to keep and to hold through the darkest and brightest of moments.
And maybe once it's your past due time, all those memories will break into the world and create something new and beautiful . You won't get the credit, but you'll get to know something no one else does and have the satisfaction.
That is if you live in a fairytale.
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