you can get so good at moving on that nothing seems to matter
I loved riding my bike as a child. It offered me a new world view. I was fast and free. Then we put cards in the spokes, and I motorcycled. I cut corners like a politician and wore aviator glasses... I could have passed my driving test, last year - but nooo - for once - I was chill. I'm sure the trauma of my laziness will scar me, but - maybe not. Sometimes I'm SO resilient that people think me uncaring. Warning: People may be far more emotional than they might appear
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