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Oh life… what a game

You being a paranoid doesn't mean that you aren't being chased, in fact, somebody is chasing us all, like in a chess game, you'll never know when you're about to die.

Shame on us, wasting our time with shallow things, worrying, working 24/7, waking up a little bit older but not wiser each day. Oh life... what a game. Anytime, anywhere, anyhow. Feeling people's bodies passing next to you in the street. Pushing. The city is going to eat you. Every day, a little bit more. Your haunter is going to be closer and closer until you, alone, come into its jaws.

Then, when the time had come, you will end in a box like figures in a chess game. Oh life... what a game.