Things will be fixed one day.
In a way you cannot imagine.
And even if they do not.
Perhaps there was nothing to fix in the first place anyway.
Things will be destroyed.
Things will go wrong one day.
And life will go on.
And you will survive.
Because things might go wrong anyway.
Under a tree.
A butterfly. A small kid. Wind.
Calmness. Rage…
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