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Life is quite like a math class. You add, you subtract, you multiply or you divide. What do you do when life starts subtracting what was good until then while multiplying your worries?
How can you escape the escalating addition of cruelty crawling straight in your heart? What happens to your heart and mind when you have to take life changing decisions and next comes the pressure from choosing what to divide and where? Now you begin to appreciate your high-school math classes and think about homework you took from others to solve your problems... Where are they now to help you with these problems? That's right, they solved their own calculations and thrive, whereas you have to wait for the bells toll. Knowing your mistakes and yearning to start all over, there is nothing that can help you start all over...and then you hear the sound from your stiffened bruise. The pain tells you that life still runs in thee. All you know is that for whom the bell tolls, time will never justify its deeds nor tell the final destination.
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