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May 2015
If life is just a destiny,
a fate that was pre-made for me,
then whats the sense in expending all my energy.
Water follows sense returns to the ocean basin,
a fate that cant be said of me,
if life is just an agony.
Its like really though. Truthfully.
Black
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