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Nov 2014
When I has born
My destiny was made
The doctors said "he will make his own future"

When I was eight they gave me a block of wood and said
"create what your future will be"

I was eighteen
The doctors returned and the block was unchanged
They asked "why?"

My future was sitting right next to me
The girl I'd fallen for
The girl that has a heart of gold
I didn't need to craft anything for my future
Because you are my future
Because my destiney is you
Make life how you want it to be, create your own path
Matthew O'Reilly
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Matthew O'Reilly  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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