Fate
This is the time in my life where I wonder what I could have done differently,
to change my path, my future.
All the choices I made and things I had said,
has lead me to where I am right now in this moment.
And as I lie in my bed, listening to the whistling wind
through my slightly cracked window,
during this cool fall night,
I think about everything that could have went right.
What went wrong;
Was is Him or was it me?
I guess in reality it was both of us,
and in the end it was fate for this to happen.
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