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Is this life? To stand here and wait. In this city forged of scr*ps. Is this life? To stand on the dead. On feces and sweat. Is this life? Its all starting again. Quick, gather your belongings and go. Run while its still dark. Out here youre as good as dead. Leave the shots echoing behind. Dont look back until you run out of land. When you think theres a second that you cant be seen, the current can decide how this night will end. Dont try to imagine whats ahead. Let nothing cripple your will. You will cross enormous distance only to arrive with nothing. You will give all you have. If you navigate your way with endurance and success, if you pass the obstacles and still have your life, if youve escaped death, if your guts havent withered away, if you havent broken under the strain. They wont be welcoming. They forget a time when their land was swelling. A monstrous movement across the sea. When she relieved her bowels all over the world. Dont try to imagine whats ahead. Let nothing cripple your will. Just follow the paths that they cut into the earth right back to their door.