Stairway
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Última publicación mar, ene 17, 2017
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"If you could describe yourself using one random object, what would it be and why?"
"A Stairway - A not so long one to be exact. See, when you go up a stairway that's short, you're thankful it doesn't take much of your time and energy. But you don't get as much health benefits as you would if you climbed a long flight of stairs... even if it's harder."
"If you applied it to myself, people never get to know the full story on me and they just decide not to. It's their lost, though! I am an amazing person, and you lose all of the great benefits I bring."
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