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No threat

By , Morristown, NJ

The reason things happen slip out of your grasp,
The universe sees a fork in a road and chooses where to go,
As if leading you to the unknown,
You may ask “why me,”
And it will reply “you’ll see,”
Your uncertainty may wonder,
So you decide to go under,

The reason things happen slips out of your grasp,
Expectations are not always met,
But your future is not near a threat.






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