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I think I am about to completely grasp your heavy rope, and not fall. Those strands which are intricately weaved outside their normality, further strengthens as I push it to lift my feet from the ground, fold my body like a worm, and then climb. And I will never fall as I fell on the numb ground for several times could never recount because I fell like a meat. And one never knows exactly how I fell because I fell alone, like an ant on a lake, swimming for its life to get into the ground. And just as how I grasp the rope, it slices the waters and flaps its feet to live.