this is it

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i know that things happen for a reason.

i stand by that affirmation in everything i do
and i never deny it-

but, man
i sometimes
just fucking hate
that everything happens for a reason.

i sometimes
just despise
the fact that the deed is done
and you can't go back

this is it. 

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