at the end of the tunnel,its just another train to knock you down.not some light we all believe so faithfully in.the tragedy of life is not losing,but almost winning.just like hanging on a cliff holding on to dear life and you see a rope less than a meter from you.just right there.whether or not you live will depend on whether you can reach and grab that lifesaver.but as you reach out..you realize that no matter how hard you stretch,how hard you bend with all your will and determination,you find that you just cant seem to get hold of that one thing that can save your ass.maybe the tip of your middle finger's just able to feel a wisp of the many tiny threads of the rope.thats even if you try your best.then at last you get frustrated and so fucked up after these fruitless attempts that you decide to take one final gamble - jump and get over with this.you are afterall sick and tired of all these bullshit.if you get the rope,you're safe.your life is intact.you're a hero.but miss the rope,you go tumbling down from the great heights and you land on the ground with your insides out.you're stupid.you get my point?its all or nothing.this is life.and i just happen to be that fool who jumped off the cliff and missed the rope,gambling my life away instead of perhaps hanging onto the cliff and thinking of other better ways out.but if you would like to understand my situation,i've already hung in there for way too long.trying to think of other alternatives that i've come to the conclusion that im better off dead than hanging on to the miserable piece of rock for the rest of my life.so here im.on hard solid ground.not only laid and arranged,but with some parts missing.yes you're right.i chose this path myself and i can only accept it.pick up the bits and pieces left behind.with just 3 words i think i can sum up what i’ve learnt in life.it goes on.and its really up to you to move on.start from rock bottom and make your way up again...
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vanna
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