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You may see me on my journey soaring to the peaks and falling in the valleys holding on tight and preying for my survival.
Following the smooth road but always making a wrong turn at the right exit may seem to some like an insignificant trifle.
But to one who has know the comfort of the foggy mist covered planes it’s not something you can rival.
Don’t make me feel again the road to numbness is too long to travel and no one can guarantee a safe arrival.