'what am I' she asked herself
' I am ill fated 'she answered herself
' why do you say so?' her spirit asked again
' I am ill fated because my life has a tale that I am not ready to tell because to tell it is to bring me back to its reality.
a reality that was fated out of the unexpected because it happened out of coincidence without conscience that had triggered the passion that led to my motion
and my motion brought my destruction and I am in extinction for I was bated with desires and the desire rode with tires in my veins
the veins with not only the flow of blood but with flood of exuberance without guidance and I won't just say I am fated but ill fated for all in my life is ended.
©prudence
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