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Her periphery twisted, eyesight blurring. She couldn't hold her tears back any longer. Anticipating it was one thing, but for it to actually happen was another. Her train of thought grew scattered as the situation took a rather predictable turn.
The dough has only risen slightly, but it was a start, she thought. if she could wait three and a half years for this dinner to happen, she knew she could wait for a single apple pie to bake without opening the oven minute after minute.
The leaf fluttered down the curb. Dancing in the air, it looked free, like it had no care in the world. But.. was it really? When it could only fall, when it had nowhere to go but down.
The boy fell to his knees trembling, lips quivering, hands drawn to a fist. The fragments of light reflecting from the shards of shattered glass scattered on the floor revealed to him the sight of his trivial disposition... it was apathy personified. It dawned to him then that the life he had, his mere existence... it was no better than a lifeless marionette's.
Feeling as insignificant as an insect is nothing new when you’re up against the world. Its inevitable… all you can do is fly as far as your wings will take you. And though chance may only permit you a short distance, moving forward is still far better than mourning losses of what may have been.
Feeling as insignificant as an insect is nothing new when you're up against the world. Accept it, its inevitable... all you can do is fly as far as your wings will take you. Chance may only permit you a short distance, but moving forward is still far better than mourning losses the course of time will never change.
Feeling as insignificant as an insect is inevitable when you're up against the world. Accept it... all you can do is fly as far as your wings will take you. Small as they may be, moving forward is far better than mourning losses the course of time will never change.