The Curse
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"They say life is a gift, i feel that life is a curse not a gift. The thing we go through in our lives choose seperately from what we acutally want to happen. These things happen because they were always suppose to happen. People say its destiny, meant to be..? Is it really meant to be or did u make it be the way it is to be...
For this isnt where i am suppose to be...for i feel...this isnt who im suppose to be...this isnt my body...myself...i am not what i am but what i am willing to be.."
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