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From hell to heaven we can go in a minute.

You keep smiling, but you don't know what's about to happen.

But you keep going.

You keep going against the flow, just like a little fish swimming in an open river.

The sky might fall upon you or you might end up triumphant.

In the end, what difference does it makes?

Heaven is not too far away from hell,

And sinners are, in the end, just misunderstood saints.

Black and white sometimes blur into something new.

Life is what you make it, even if you suffer from a victim complex.

Liquid emotions create this river called life.

Try to hide it, but light comes from within.