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Jul 2014
I believed in you.  My
Friend, just like my sister.
You broke it. You broke...
Me

The belief that all
Things happen for a reason
Confuses me, it doesn't work
The way you want.
You make your destiny

I believe that the future
Holds a path of good.
And bad
A path that only we can change
We sculpt it how we
Want it.
Are our lives already known?
Are we just living out other people's plans? 
 Is there such a thing as destiny?
Do we create our own destiny?
Can we sculpt our lives away from the plans we're given?
Written by
Mary  Kent UK
(Kent UK)   
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