There are days when I open Flappy Bird not to play, but to feel something familiar. That gentle tap, that anxious flutter, that tiny bird trying so hard just to stay afloat — it reminds me of myself sometimes.
It’s strange, isn’t it? A game so simple, so frustrating, can somehow speak to how we feel inside.
The Quiet Battle Behind Every Tap
There’s nothing fancy...
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