Fortune

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The fortune teller in the window is calling my name. I went once before but the accuracy was so great that I have never returned. No one ever told me what a burden it would be to know your fate. It makes you question every move you make. You don’t know what is worse; to live out your prophecy or to corrupt your future as it was ordained. I want both and I want neither which is why I only look when I pass the fortune teller calling my name.

I Just Wanna Be Free.

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Drifting in and out of time. Never regret only minor curiosity at times becoming obsession. Just one more chance without responsibility. Merely asking to borrow a moment of youth. It always seems greater than what it was. Why can’t I look at the future and feel the pride of what will be?

Perhaps I shall.