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Great knowledge , being wise , all so stressful. Boxed in , sweating through her eyeballs "Hi My Name Is Kai". Feet glued to the floor like burned rice at the bottom of a pot , a big gulp approachs her and endless thoughts pour in. Those sleepless nights on his and her end , now not even existing. One Wrong decision and she's in the rabbit hole for life, stepping vigoursly towards - life as a dream or life as a balance beam. BOOM! She's down the rabbit hole just like all the countless thoughts of doubt that betrayed her. What a surprise its just another American gone rouge.

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