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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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