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He was tired. He lived in a loop: same suffering, same hatred, same ending.He was falling. He kept gaining and losing, gaining and losing: family, friends, love.He was dying. He kept falling asleep, dreaming of never waking up.What was the purpose of his existence? A mere observer of countless worlds, stories and people?Voices whispered in his dreams.“Wait for me.”He was waiting. But for how long? For how long before he tired, fell, and died?“Wait for me.”He was waiting.