A Determined Heart Will Always Manage.
When I left my dorm room there was only two minutes left before it reached 7. I wanted badly to arrive our meeting place on time, as I always did. After all, I didn't want that bunch of lovely post-90s wait for me, for no other reasons but my laziness.
So out I went. And I went so fast I surprised myself.
It was not my legs that were carrying me, but my heart, exerting a strong force pulling me forward and forward, unrelentingly. I was drunken by my speed, and the fast moving and evolving human and natural scenes.
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