We're just passing by. All of us, just passing by. We keep on going, because that's what they told us to. To make it by. By where? They forgot to mention that...
I've come to realise that it all happens so fast, so we can relive it slowly, tenderly, painfully. Every inch of a step sticking the dagger that they have pointed at us deeper and deeper. To feel pain. To feel alive. Because to feel the happiness of being alive, you have to suffer. What is happiness besides a glimpse of forgetting? Forgetting the sorrows, the bad times. Because if you think it through you've had nothing but bad times.
But even if we all know we are doomed to misery, to feel pain, we keep passing by. "Never stop" was what they said. And so we do, because if we did stop, would there be a point in continuing the run?
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