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Aug 2017
The threads of fate are disorganised and free,
                                   no confines of expectations to hold them,
          each living person a loom, weaving possibilities,
                                           intertwining chances,
    unpredictability,
                                                     and tragedy...

Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
Nobody can predict the future, but this doesn't mean bad things are set in stone.
Written by
Spectre  18/M/North-East England
(18/M/North-East England)   
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