Is it true that sometimes and some of us need to sit in a deep and dark pothole for long to realize that they actually don't like it there? Or they really sit there long enough to realize a promise within, that they shall never return to this state again even if it needs to fight the most difficult state of inherent laziness inertia? The laziness which is like extreme drunken state which makes us choose to stay fallen beside the street over trash than cozy bed at home.
The castle of insanity has to break where realization of "what I hate and what I love" is forbidden. Inertia has to break into pieces enough to challenge phoenix. Illusions shall be illusion-ed and my dreams shall become next phoenix... ashes are preserved with me. Amen!!!
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