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This has been the strangest rollercoaster ever. How do you even begin to differentiate a balance between normality and reality, fiction ect. We are like serpents slithering on our bellys trying to make this so called life the best we can.
Sometimes we find ourself in green grass and then sometimes we find ourselves imbedded in thorns. Cries wont do us good, all you have to do is keep walking no matter how much you bleed. Focus guess thats all we can do. For every door has a key, and for every key there is green grass. The goal is to find the key so that you can lay in your green grass.