this mounts a challenge, yeah. but when this other strikes, you have totally no idea what more you can do. you don't run from it, you don't hide either, neither can you. nothing but inevitable. you feel like a giant attempting to cross an endless borderless minefield, a limbless child trying to outrace the others in a swimming contest, a bird trying to convince humans that you can teach english, whatever. you try to arm yourself with shield, but there is none. ammos, none either. you try to think of the outcome, but it is too bitter to foretell. you try to look for the turning point, but it only points to the dreadful direction.
you look at the tear and wounds, the tears shed, the voices amplified, the energy sapped, the painful heart. you can't do anything about it. sometimes you even feel like cursing, killing. but that is plain foolish and nonsensical. you wish you live another 2 decades, when the flowers might actually bloom once again, and wonder what might happen then, and looking back and seeing, wow, what a difficult story you have seen.
you look at the tear and wounds, the tears shed, the voices amplified, the energy sapped, the painful heart. you can't do anything about it. sometimes you even feel like cursing, killing. but that is plain foolish and nonsensical. you wish you live another 2 decades, when the flowers might actually bloom once again, and wonder what might happen then, and looking back and seeing, wow, what a difficult story you have seen.
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