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He walks, knowing that there is no reason.

Knowing he has no meaning.

Knowing he will never die. A fake smile plasters across his face so he doesn't draw attention. The clocks turn, but he doesn't get any older. It's like time has stopped for him. Like he was put in a torture chamber of life, never to escape its clutches. Like his life will be endless, and stay that way until the end of time.