```The stiffer we are the more brittle our souls, the more broken our hearts, infinite the pieces and the harder it is to find them all,so we lose some of it and never find them again,infinite is not an integer,infinite is but an illusion,yet infinite is a real number.Amidst the real and illusion lies a zone of delusion, where you question sanity to the extent where you're flexible enough to believe and to benefit from doubts and do not reason particularly, just bend with the breeze and find a way to accept change. And change. While you Blindly Believe that bending with the breeze is for the Better.
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