Sometimes all you need to do is push. Like one bird twittering in a country filled with noise. Like, when running for a mile all your my muscles feel stressed, unable to go on, lungs about to explode, and I can no longer go on, it is that extra push that makes me keep on going. Who know how many extra pushes does one have! I feel like I am the only one calling on people to hang on to their lives when they see a flood coming, ravaging whatever it meets. Everyone makes one's reality, but what if everyone wants a shitty reality, and I want a wonderful one! Which will affect which! Which will dominate?
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