Travelling to the last stop

Life is like a crowded train. Many people want to travel to the same end. At the same time. We are packed in a crowded train. No where to run or hide. Legs pain, you continue to stand. People get off, you continue to stand. Mind tired and legs aching, your mind drowses. An empty world in a crowded place. In despair, you get a seat. Alas it is but your last stop.

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