Things sorta come to me
It is like out of no where
you see.
I cannot believe the things
I believe.
It is like I go into it
consciously.
Somehow,
I feel destiny wants me to
see prior to thee.
It hurts me to see some
things I wish not to be.
But,
I am prepared again,
always I am.
I am never without a
full deck in hand.
I try not to pretend, as
I already know the end.
I deserve to play,
and not always know
the way.
April -
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