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What's left of my path is laid out before me. It seems destiny has frowned upon the travels of a man with little left of life. The way is blocked, a wall unable to be penetrated. I've wandered too far to turn around, for I do not know which way home is. My legs are exhausted, my strength and mind drained. The battle for the control of my consciousness is over; I've lost. Vision fades, memory leaves, eyes close tightly.

When, or if, I ever wake again, the footprints I've left will have vanished. There will be no trace of my existence in the hearts of the ones I used to love. Perhaps this is what has awaited me all this time...