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To My Destiny
I close my eyes, but, awoke I dream of you.
I think of you and fear grips,
only as it could.
To escape you, is Unnegotiable,
with me you must travel,
World bearing,
Soul tattered, like the clothes
of those who don’t matter.,
Dreams nonexistent,
Like this thing I chase,
As I lay in bed, and rain trespasses
my Window pane, I wonder,
Should fate cause this much pain?
For, if I give my heart?
Shall only then will I receive my soul?
Or, both Neglected?


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