"The stilts I stand on feel heavy now, weak and the path ahead is slowly fading into the abyss, been on them for my whole life but now they are broken, I chased the speed."
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Haste makes waste is the old saying and speed is a deadly seed. A wonderful write
Omg I love what you wrote, it's beautiful, I'll save it thanks soo much
Excellent write
Tankz so much
You're welcome
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