I used to think the world is big.
I used to believe in fate.
In purpose.
All these things people look for and never find,
All these things relied on,
Because you don't know how to go on without them.
It's a god damn miracle your here,
But that doesn't mean your here for a reason.
I used to believe in fate.
In purpose.
All these things people look for and never find,
All these things relied on,
Because you don't know how to go on without them.
It's a god damn miracle your here,
But that doesn't mean your here for a reason.
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The last few posts brought tears. Happy, blessed New Year.
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