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 You were always a sucker for a deadline. 

It approaches like a storm on the horizon, and you scramble to assemble a shelter around you. Watch the thunder and lightning around you in awe, happy with the structure as it trembles in the wind. 

I've lost things in storms before, you know. Everythings. I don't want to do it anymore. 

So if you offer me the world, I may turn it down. 

I haven't learned yet, how it might be to say yes
again.