It was too late as I found my hands slipping off the reigns. What to do when the chance is lost to change the ill-fated destiny ahead of you. Now I find myself half-unconsciously twirling into the abyss. North,south,east,or west? When did I lose my direction? When did I ever know it? Too late for apologies. Too early for acceptance. Too realistic is reality. So tighten your grip...Birth sign: Not entered
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