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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, luck of the draw, three times out of five, and you always come out triumphant. There must be a score somewhere, people betting on a fixed outcome that leads to one winner, one successor; that person will never be me. If fate is indeed written in the stars, then I know I've lost millions of times before now, and will lose a million more, yet I can't stop playing. A song with words already sung, yet I am trying to change the lyrics. A story having been told over centuries, and I'm attempting to rewrite it. The universe has told me what I see is inevitable, but like the ones before, and the ones to come after, I am too stubborn, and too prideful, to listen.