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Aug 2015
Life is unpredictable
It is not manifested on the wrinkles of the palm
Nor on the arrangements of stars

Life is not determined on the flash of cards
Not in the wishing well
Nor through a fortune teller

Life is not a story alone
It is a book
And we are the author

So whatever the pages will be
Depends on what we write
The ending is not for ours to indicate
Written by
wide-eyed wanderer
477
   Mysterious Aries
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