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The fates May have a new contract..

I am not interested in their tricks.. nor am I interested in upsetting them.  Their interferences, controls, rules.. I do not believe I am beyond recourse and understand there is a price...  I am old enough to know

By some rights I am ancient.  Enough so that I am weary of the petty, and superficial power..How hollow a soul must feel to leverage, spout, weild..How young..
The source spit us out.. And while I should be reverant.. being a harbinger of experience life. Lessons feelings...also seems trite.  I have amassed context. Passion code honor... I have lived, taken, given .. ..
Maybe I am weary of the game.. same base different flavor.. So a new signing so to speak.  No.. I have intent this time.  I am where I need to be.  I will help her to see she can't fix his soul.  The void she continue to try to heal only grows..it is not and never has been her responsibility.  It's his void..his lesson. 

So here I stand .. looking out with a soul that understand and a sense of determination and freedom.  



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