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So, here you are. Being marched to your death. Deep down, you always knew it would end like this. You knew you’d be consumed by the beast. This was never a battle you could win. The further you step out of line, the more glue they pour down your boots. Everything sticks, and you’re tired of pushing.

It's over.

You can’t even bring yourself to contemplate escape anymore. As it finally sets in how well and truly over your life is, your mind can’t help but drift to someplace far, far, far,