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Poetry: Fate

by E Kuzmenko

Time to forget and start over

no point in wishing it was the beginning

Just living today,

Enjoying each and every day

Without waiting and wishing of holding on to somebody.

You can't go on dreaming,

That's isn't realistic

Life is real

No point in pretending something exists

when it doesn't.

I'm going to let go of them

Put it behind me

Set myself free

And just be me.

I don't want to lie

Pretend our love is still alive.

There was nothing I could do,

for when it started I didn't mean to pick you,

Maybe I was your angel, maybe you were mine.

All i know is me and you were way up in cloud nine

This might have been a sign

But really a thin drawn line, of Fate.

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