Fate
The subtle breeze brings memories of fall on this late, summer day...
A reminder that time is passing at an alarming rate...
Desperately clinging to each moment as it slips away...
Always knowing there's no escaping fate...
Begrudgingly hiding in the hall; in the room...
Always knowing there's no escaping hate...
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