It's was story
When I was kid, I feel from a tree
At first I managed to hold on to a branch
I was up there a long time and waited
The silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears..
Then I feel, I could not remember what happened when I hit the ground
All I can remember was the agony of holding on
And the wonderful feeling of letting go.
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