The rising sun shall set one day too. Very true. Point is, how? Like a good, obedient, defeated man, accepting death since there's no other option left, or screaming, shouting, like a caged animal trying to break out, or maybe just smiling, contempt with whatever life he has lived? I don't know which one he'll choose. But he should be happy, he gave me what I needed. A life. And made me happy.
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