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Oct 2013
Maybe there is a destiny.
Maybe we are meant to go to the same places at the same time.
Maybe we are meant to hear the same songs at the same day.
Maybe we are meant to look at each other at the same minute.
Maybe we are meant to notice how beautiful the moon is at the same second.
Maybe that’s what they call destiny.
Maybe you are destiny.
Maybe I am destiny.

Maybe we are destined to each other.
Mariana Seabra
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Mariana Seabra  25/Gender Fluid/Porto
(25/Gender Fluid/Porto)   
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