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What is to say of Destiny? Is it not what we make it? Why, then, must I cling to ideals? Clearly, there is an answer. My Destiny is my own. It answers to my call alone. There is no man behind the curtain Pulling his levers and pushing his pedals. Who is to say that I do not control my own life? Perhaps there should be no definition The word Destiny should stay blank. Our decisions are our Destiny, and our choices are our own.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
Destiny.
What is to say of Destiny? Is it not what we make it? Why, then, must I cling to ideals? Clearly, there is an answer. My Destiny is my own. It answers to my call alone. There is no man behind the curtain Pulling his levers and pushing his pedals. Who is to say that I do not control my own life? Perhaps there should be no definition The word Destiny should stay blank. Our decisions are our Destiny, and our choices are our own.
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29/M/American
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
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