apocalyptic
A call could be your last chance. “'You're unpredictable. It's hard for me to understand you, and I doubt it's easy for other people. You live everything to the extreme. When you're angry, I sometimes believe the apocalypse can really start. With you, I feel in a danger zone… a good danger.' 一 And I answered you that life is one, so we should cry, scream, dance, when we feel like it. To pour out all the anguish, energy or joy at the moment we live it. For both sadness and joy will one day pass, and on that day we will see that we are human, we are alive and that life is made of ups and downs."
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