fate
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Fate? Destiny? They sound like the tagline for a cheesy rom-com—or maybe a buddy cop flick where Fate’s the brooding loner and Destiny’s rocking aviators and a cocky grin. I can’t help but picture that moment in Titanic where Billy Zane’s character, all smug and slick, whips out his gun and declares, “I make my
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“With every breath, with every silent prayer, I embrace this fall, this existential dare.” In the depths of a void, where shadows stretch long, I speak to you, God, with a heart heavy with song. An emptiness vast, where no light dares to gleam, A place I’ve known before, a recurring dream. Rock bottom, they
BB Grey--musings 