When I was a little kid, I feel from a tree but I managed to hold on onto a branch. I was up there for a long time and waited. The silence, the pain in my arms, the blood pumping in my ears. Then, I fell, I couldn't remember what happened when I hit the ground. All I could remember was the agony of holding on and the wonderful feeling of letting go, I got hurt because I let go and fell. But it's much better to let go than trying to hold on, knowing that it's going to hurt even more and knowing that you eventually fall.
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