The Future
The future is up to me- I hold it in my hands. It is heavy and yet light, and it demolishes my plans. I wanted to do this, and I needed to do that, but apparently it's obvious Fate had other plans. The future is different for everyone involved. We make the most of what we have and then we evolve around that decision we had no control. My future is all mine- how about your's?
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