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The possibility is always there, you just have to squirm a little more, give up a little more, fight a little more. What are you prepared to do? How long can you endure the pain? How much are you willing to lose?
Where is you courage now? Weren't you a fearless man?
Possibilities, possibilieties, slipping through your fingers. Possibilities. They are waiting for you, come and pick them up. Possibilities. Are you prepared? Aren't you scared? Possibilities. No time to waste. Clock is ticking. What are you waiting for?
I guess strangers are strangers after all. I wish I could believe there was something more, that human beings could come to know each other very well, even when distance seems to be a huge wall. I wish I could believe that love appears as easily as it disappears. I wish strangers would say hi, wishing that “hi” would become the beginning of a friendship. But I guess strangers are strangers, after all.
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