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What if my destiny is set,
My future charted and already sailed?
What if,
No matter what I do,
Or what choices I make,
I am fated to fail?
These words haunt me
Now more than ever
Here at the close of a chapter
I wish had never been written,
Even as I mourn its ending.
They are a bookmark
To remind me of my place in this Life,
Beyond which I may never go.
They are the stars under which I was born.
In one single moment,
Everything can change.
These words had belonged to her.
They were meant to raise me above my troubles,
But like everything else in my life,
Even this simple truth was a paradox.
Yes,
Everything did change in that…
One…
Horrible moment,
But at the same time
It cemented the sad reality in which I existed.
It was the same old, same old.
I really should have seen it coming,
But she had blinded me,
Had me believing that things could get better—
Would get better.
Like a snake oil salesman
Selling a bottled panacea,
She had me convinced I could be healed.
She lied.
I know it’s not very fair of me to say that,
But right now
I’m not feeling very fair.
