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It is selfish to wish the past be different How dare you question fate She gave you the gift that shaped you into yourself There is a reason for what happened There’s a reason why and what for and it is only you who can figure.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
Asking too much of fate.
It is selfish to wish the past be different How dare you question fate She gave you the gift that shaped you into yourself There is a reason for what happened There’s a reason why and what for and it is only you who can figure.
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Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
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