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What do I do now? How do I go about all these? How do I fix it all, when my heart has become attached? What am I even doing? All these questions fill my head in a maze of trying to filter each of them. I came here with a plan, and here I am playing Romeo and Juliet. And just like the play, the both of them die all because they thought they were smart enough. Just like now, just like how it is all playing out, we thinking we may be smart enough to outrun whatever fate has in store for us. Because at the end of it all, only fate decides what s**t happens to you. I run a hand through my disheveled hair, battling the fight between my head and my heart, as deep down I do know which I should follow, yet, I find myself being in a boat I can’t stir. With the new prophecy, I have become dum
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