I was eleven then when I learned to ride a bicycle on my own. Left by the big boys, I drove alone. The next minutes were but an agony but I stood up despite of the bruises I got and managed to have a ride again though shaking. Years have passed and life isn't tired of giving me tricky rides. Rides that have its lessons and are always meant to slap me whenever I stumble and I just had the greatest one when I lost someone. That lost taught me that I have to gather the pieces that I’ve forgotten, because for every pain I need to stand again. So sad it's too late, I couldn't patch up things together again but remembering the moment how I have stood up from a bicycle accident gives me another strand of perseverance. Life is wonderful only when you know how it is and you have to ride it yourself though you're shaking.
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