Blurry

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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?

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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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