Nights full of tensed walk can get fooled to be confident and courageous. But what night flips and flops for has its own play. I wonder when was the last time when actually things where placed on a single page. Sorted and peaceful, no hassle and everyday hustle.
Before my stop ends, new life capital is born. With new failure to take and new learning to adhere. What would god be given a choice to be a human, just a charm luck and some counted failures.

Sometimes an Uber can be a though box.
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