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the hands of fate decide my future they even find me the "perfect" suture They see everything I am supposed to be and they tell me not to worry about what is to happen in my life that all that goes wrong and all the strife will lead to greatness and so much more though for the longest time it'll seem a bore but I should not worry, that they say They tell me I will be okay Then I tell them the vision I had About when I turn 25 it's bad Even more so to me because of my health But they tell me that I will come into wealth They tell me that the "perfect man" is nothing like the way I am That he is country born and bred I made a joke and asked if his neck was red they did not think that I was funny they tried again to speak about money I do not care about the moeny I say they don't care, although I may The hands of fate control my life they are filling mine with so much strife I think that they are failing in all the things I think are alien |