Life would be a stream of river, well it's not exactly an object. More of a location but whatever. We're just pebbles-wait no, even worse, we're dirt, every single one of us. Carried along with the current of life to who knows where. We always think we're in control until we wind up halfway to somewhere we're not familiar with. Sometimes those lucky ones would ride on board of fishes of events and get carried upstream. They're the special kind of dirt. Then there are those who are unlucky to be sent to the side and spend their whole life in constant stalemate. The best kind in my opinion though are those who get carried away by the current of life till the end, no stops, no detours, straight to the finish.803Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7W8u5G13Si
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