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I think you and I both know Our souls hail from the same star. We burned together ages ago As our love and light shone far. But here and now we cannot be Timing is a terrible plight,
Circumstance may be the direct reflection of your purpose or your purpose maybe the direct reflection of your circumstance.... which defines you
Dear Destiny, With words unspoken, you decide our fate From the things we love to the things we hate Who we fall in love with, and who we can't stand Our every last wish, our every last demand
If you find another INTJ
All over America, there are towns And yet no one knows them Except the citizens themselves And can you blame them? (It is their right, after all, to know the town they live in)
Each and every day is like another Over again, her life is on replay So much like a broken record player It can always break her heart to pieces And bring seas raining from her eyes
I walk the halls that grow increasingly familiar Yet at the same time, recognition becomes harder These faces? These people? Strangers. As the years go by, the ones I know Disappear.
I am drawn towards two different things, a battle of knowledge and heart, in which I am losing. The struggle of maintaining both only hurts. But do I care if I am judged cruely?
The rain splashes down, seeping into the thirsty earth. Cars swerve with tension as the drivers cringe in apprehension.