In quicksand the less you move the slower you sink ,but the faster you move the faster you sink. I feel like I'm in quicksand now. The more I do the faster I sink the less I do nothing happens ,yet I'm still in the sand still sinking. The inevitable end, there are branches too reach out too and pull me out. Why don't I take them?
Because there are thorns ,but I still want the rose to pull me out. I'm still willing to get hurt, as long as have the rose, even if I'm still stuck in the quicksand.
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