Choices, ways, life directions...We are passing by or taking them so close to our hearts. Sometimes they make us jump up to the sky, feeling so damn happy, sometimes they throw us down to earth. We smile, enjoying our lives or cry, healing our wounds. But anyway they will stant up wherever we go. It's so difficult to choose the right one, which will hurt us less. But not taking any of them - is death... for someone it's a body's end, for poets - their souls' funeral....
I care about you, sunshine...Even if sometimes I make mistakes...I really care...
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