Destined

...‘Maybe I’m destined to be alone.

Maybe I have been chosen to live my life in solitude for all eternity.

Maybe I am to be forced to love everyone, and not receive any love in return.

Or maybe I’m destined to love and be loved, but I can never figure out if

someone really loves me because I’m not psychic and I can never truly know what is real.’

Fuck man, that shit’s deep.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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