is like falling off of road when playing Mario Kart. Even as you play with all your might and passion it is uncertain that you will make it to the final four so that you do not turn into a dust in a gloom background at the end of race and advance. Hence, falling off the road and helplessly waiting for that round figure on a cloud come and pick you up at a speed of indeed a floating cloud,
feels like an extra 400 miles added to the race.
I do not mind taking a day off to rest and heal. I just hope that my life and time would stop and rest here with me.
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