After numbing himself to the futility of everything he woke up one sunny morning and started slaughtering the happy passers by on the road next to his house. Sad is how it ends....sad is how it stays. For him...for you. Be sad or be dead.
Don't cry when he comes for you...his name is death, have you not heard of him? You know he will come for you, don't you? He will transfer you to a parallel universe, where there are no roads, just destinations. Expect him. Anytime.
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