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It’s always been yours
I sometimes wonder if the path I was meant to take was predetermined,
was the word destiny birthed to be my hopeless shackles.
The person I am is a result of what’s around me,
but you would never really know what truly arouses me.
I take a step back and I genuinely start to wonder if this is who
I was always meant to be.
I find myself going back to a time when my fate wasn’t set in stone,
the outcome could not be avoided,
it reminded me of a dog humbly trying to resist a bone.
Foresight has never been my mate,
one setback always makes me hesitate.
We all seem to want to go towards the laid out destination,
which is laughable, because our innate trait has always been
self preservation.
I reminisce back to when I thought nothing was impossible,
back to a time when I could freely be a pacifist,
but I have to fight,
because fate is the only true philosophy.
No matter how unfair fate may seem, it isn’t in any way mythological,
otherwise that would simply be hypocrisy.
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Chilio Ficcioli
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