Seems like nothing ever comes gradually,
Just full fores like a storm,
Builds up and no one seems to care until you cant see 2ft in front of you, till the world around you is in utter chaos.
But all storms blow over, no matter the damage they seem to leave behind.
Then its left to you, and the ones around you who care, to pick up the pieces, and watch the next storm come from across the river.
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If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
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