We are the people without escapes, without exits. We follow the paths set before us and even the slightest deviation will bring ruin. We drift from light to dark, reason to madness, till it all blurs together into one mass of blind sensation. We have no duty, no obligations, no time lines, or due dates. We have nowhere to go and all of existence to get there. We have been cut loose from everything but ourselves. We are the fearless, the loveless, the heartless, and the hopeless. We have nothing to lose and nothing to show for losing. We are the alone, the forgotten, the expendable. When we finally pass over it will seem like such a small thing, a formality at most. We are the dead.
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