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Warwick Avenue

I have a colleague that going to sign in his last month in the office. He entered even later then me, yet he took the guts to jump to his next stop. That, does let me puzzle for a second.

There are people said or more precisely I do believe, life is like a taking tube where you do hop on one station and down at the another and I dare said it would appears as the same to the rest of your life till you reach the last station. Knowing the fact, but it takes huge courage to really apply.

Problems is, there are time you do wish stay a little longer in a particular stop and you may didn't want the train to come. However, in reality, none of these stop means to be forever, not that till you reach your final destination.

Even if is hard as it is, you would still need to hop on for the next, despite it means for you to spread your tears. Just like Duffy that choose to walk away from its Warwick Avenue.

It is difficult, but that is just how life to be typical.

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