In a monumental struggle through the masses to stand-out in the lime-light, each and every one of us put our hunger aside for recognition.
Like a tiny vehicle buried in the hours of traffic following her, her engine hums, putts and roars - cyclical - and her goal is to pass through, pry through on her own; before the rest.
We are creatures of habit, no longer instinct.
We are children, and learn.
We are adolescents, and apply.
We are young adults, and mistake.
We are 'mature', and habitually react.
break away.
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