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I believed in mere coincidences unplanned happenings that coincided with my decisions and every move that I made I believed it was coincidence when you happened to stand in front of me at that cozy café no one really knew about I believed it was coincidence when you snatched the last slice of apple pie and I made you pay I used to believe our relationship were made of coincidences the causes of our laughter and our tears and our common interests they were all coincidences, too Destiny used to be a word so overused and cliché that made me scoff and cringe whenever my ears catch the syllables But I am now convinced that even when I try to travel back to the past where we haven't existed yet and try to alter our world I am and will still be destined fated to give you the last slice of apple pie and my whole heart.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
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I believed in mere coincidences unplanned happenings that coincided with my decisions and every move that I made I believed it was coincidence when you happened to stand in front of me at that cozy café no one really knew about I believed it was coincidence when you snatched the last slice of apple pie and I made you pay I used to believe our relationship were made of coincidences the causes of our laughter and our tears and our common interests they were all coincidences, too Destiny used to be a word so overused and cliché that made me scoff and cringe whenever my ears catch the syllables But I am now convinced that even when I try to travel back to the past where we haven't existed yet and try to alter our world I am and will still be destined fated to give you the last slice of apple pie and my whole heart.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
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