Predestination





















Trying to find answers. 

I look for a dictionary of my life. 

Definitions are logical. 

  A world where everything has a plot line. 

Predestined. 

Already set in stone. 

 Everything is always fine. 

What's wrong and what's right is defined. 

I get the feeling that maybe my memories are fictional because nothing makes sense. 

That what I think I know is actually a story written by some far-off writer that pulls the strings for my decisions. 





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