A disappointing fate deals the card of an ironic life.

An irony that comes with a smile,

A smile of which is upside down, accompanied by tears.

A life where everything held dear is meant to be broken,

For the amazing love once felt now escapades its way out,

Trailing behind it a presence of remembrance,

A sense of mesmerization in time.

Immunity is now a fleeting object.

The words, “It’ll be okay,” is now simply a far-fetched dream,

One to which is so superfluous, so redundant,

I now know it was a dream from that of naivety.

Because a cup once full, pieced together does not attain.

For fate gives no comprehension, no explanation.

It employs no warning nor forethought,

Attains no emotion nor logic,

It does not reward nor punish accordingly,

For fate is merely a randomization to which has no control itself.

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