There is no destination. None at all. Just roads, which which take you till the very end. We live and die on roads. The roads. Different chaotic roads. Beautiful roads. Torturous roads. Peaceful roads. Roads where you meet other travelers. All roads take us everywhere. Everywhere we want to be. Roads which make us live and roads which make us die. The options are insane. The prime options which set us free. Every road we travel, we make a permanent road within us. Roads keep us alive and we will cease to exist if we leave them.
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