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Towards the end you will see no one. When you are done with life all the things around you will fade away and the drowsy numbness will entangle you to which you unknowingly surrenders. Whether it is a rainbow or a painting everything turns out to be black and white into which your vision gradually falls out and your ways will turn out to be unending loops.You will see similitude of events and dreams where you will meet your struggling self trying to figure out reality and fantasy. Even if you try to tackle all of these, these would reappear, till you completely accept your failure to the game called LIFE.


A.C

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