Cruel Fate

 

Life wasn't fair to you was it? You made love to that person. And what was passed to you was most certainly thought of as the end of your story. Maybe you decide to do some heroine. The needle was dirty and now so is your blood. So many other things may have happened and now you have it. What people call the adult "cooties". Maybe you are shunned by others because now you have it. Maybe others scoot their chairs always from you because you are tainted. A cruel fate you got. But here's something for you. Life doesn't stop here. Your life isn't over. Your wonderful magnificent story doesn't end here. You have a choice. You can let this beat you to death or you can rebel against. Show it who's boss. And be an inspiration to others who have it. Fight with all your strength. And who knows maybe this cruel fate of yours will turn into a beautiful rosé. Life moves on. And so will you. 

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