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What do you do?

The world has been shocked by the news. Everyone is dying, and the hope is collapsing at the same time as desperation appears in everyone's face. There's no way. Death is here for you as it is for everyone. It's the first time you face equal to the others. It's the first time you're missing fresh air. There's no difference in the same destiny; there's no lie bigger than future.


 It's your last chance for love and life. Ten hours and thousands of kilometres are not a wise move in the moment luxury have transformed on the next breadth. And then, you realise there's no other move.


The play is over as the chessboard is falling apart and your pieces are melting down. It's like they described in the old movies, it's like the ritual books have told.


Then in the middle of nowhere exist one last sensation, one last emotion, one prevailing thought. You were born in the middle of crying, and you're dying in the midst of your mind.


The question is what will happen in the last second; the question is always what do you do.

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