Destiny
less, more and less again,
back to the time when everything begin,
I'm I just the fruit of love or a lovely mistake,
I don't know I was in heaven when the magic happen,
but my destiny,
that's what I choose to not follow,
I slowly rewrote my futures and my goals,
but my destiny was to rewrote it as I quote,
so can I became the man that which I was,
or my destiny will always have the last vote....
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