People have never felt the presence of me. Their eyes were caught only by the Arrows, a useless stick as they call it as "The Bow" and the determined place called Goal or Aim.
From the very beginning day of my life, I never wanted to be an arrow, though it flies and feels the presence of wind, it eventually breaks down. Not
Bow, because it talks too much but never does anything except holding me. Aim always gets hit, again, and again, I have heard all about his complaint.so, again it is no.
You can ask me what is the beauty of being unidentified Thread. Here it is.
Yeah. People may never felt for me, I will agree upon it. The secret is the drive that pushes me is The drive of happiness of pushing the arrow to its goal. When the goal is being hitten, the applause of thousands of men and women and their beautiful smiles and laughter. And their post-match celebration. It only made me strong and determined whenever the string is being pulled. My only goal is to push away the arrows as much as I can in my whole life. I wish people think like the same as me.
Thank you
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