a weeping willow wonders


what is it that defines us?

our bodies, our minds,

our hearts, our busts,

our victories, our finds?


can we change?

our views, our thoughts,

the loves, the hates,

our destiny?


what makes us love?

what makes us hate?

Predestined above

isnt everything fate?


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