If we were able to live without making any mistakes
It would be great.
BUT...
It doesn't exist
That sort of things.
Failing.
Tripping.
Losing the way.
Making mistakes.
Little by Little
Walking one step at a time
Is all you can do on one own's feet
Even if there are many scars
In order to reach somewhere,
some day,
somebody
.
.
.
Let's start walking.
:D
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