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394. The Best

I stood on the precipice of time
My future to be decided by me
Though all alone I wasn’t by myself
I was guided by a force I couldn’t see
To go or to stay wasn’t really a decision
My direction was engraved in fate
Though uncharted my path would be
It was created on my special birth date
Regardless of belief in destiny or free will
The trek through life is the same
We all need to survive to succeed
The results of which only we’re to blame
Fear not what road you choose
For most roads are the same as the rest
Just strive to do with what you’re given
And in your eyes always remain the best


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