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Some call it destiny

Some call it fate

That some can't distinguish

Love from hate



They both come with a passion

A burning desire

Like a hot scorching sun

Fueling a fire



Some get confused

And some will lose sight

And their life soon becomes

A slow losing fight



Not even realizing

Thier soul tries to hide

The pain and the anguish

It denies inside



But only time can tell

What happens from there

If life goes on

Or stops in dispair