A deck of cards are placed above everyone’s head at birth,they are shuffled back and fourth.Then one by one,a hand of cards are given out.The card’s tell you about you’re life and what you’ll one day become.Some will end up rich,some will be poor.Some will be absolutely beautiful and some will be evil to the core.They say you must deal with the hand you’ve been dealt,but how many of us have wondered how could that even be possibly true?
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Matt Angel (Pseudonym) (
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Seems superstitious to me. Thankfully, I don't believe in superstitions.
It is in a way,Iām extremely superstitious.š
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