Fated


Fated to lie dead,
not dead now,
while I walk I dream,
but why do I dream?

im fated to die,
but now I must live,
Dreams to reality,
life is Undefetable.

Doing what's wanted,
what I want to do,
I could do anything,
so why do I stay?

I can be here,
I could be there,
it's whatever I make it,
life is whatever I make it.
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idbailey23

VT

19 years old

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