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What can you do when you are chained to a speeding train that only accelerates. To jump off, continue with the insanity or find the way to soar free. 
If all the hours of pain and despair taught you anything it's to wait, hoping 'what if'. What if the next turn will have the answers you are looking for. Hope, peace, sanity.
Illusions are floating in the air even when there isn't any strength to hold on and you are just instinctively clutching at the last reason.
Survival is so deeply rooted that it wouldn't let you go easily even in the darkest of moments. 
What makes us endure, stand up from broken knees over and over again, against all odds, against time and ourselves hiding deeper and deeper begging for mercy of an oblivion, from past, present, memories, faces...
But tireless carousel is spinning ever so faster, and world outside is just a set of blurry images of what was, is and will be...

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