This- the life- I really doubt whether it’s live, or is it a part of a novel--- of a scary novel written by a sadistic person, an author, who’s yet to know what are the capabilities of its characters, and who’s impotent to decide the future of those characters… the characters are futureless. Am I really a character, in that novel… in some movie… or is life like this only, unreliable, untrue, shocking but always… nearly always frustrating, like that of the results?
Or… is the result just an injustice… a game of favor which isn’t in my favor? Or… was is mere a stroke of fate… or something to test my capacities to strike the bad luck?
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