In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins… not through strength but through persistence.
Promise to walk all the way, all I ask is just one first step.
Promise to wait and be patient, all I ask is not to alienate me...
I convince myself that I am used to it, but don't know, it just does not go to my head that I am used to it, so it keeps coming back and it pushes me down. I rise and I walk, and live on... another day and another knife. Sometimes it is sharp, sometimes it is blunt.
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