Oh, dear. I don't know how to feel anymore. Every day is rollercoaster, doomed to crash. Still every morning it is fixed and running. So it goes over and over.
I suspect I am wrong somewhere. Even when I feel it is over. Did it ever even begin? Is it ever really over, if not it is a must to begin the next day all over again.
And I choose for it to be this way. Oh, dear. At least it is not the worst feeling that could be for sure.
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