Life is like a never-ending train journey with passengers constantly boarding and departing. Each one of us is on our own track, heading towards an unknown destination. It's easy to feel like we're all alone on this journey, but every now and then, we come across another train traveling at a parallel track. It's a beautiful sight, and for a moment, it feels like we've found a kindred spirit who understands our journey.
But, as I have come to realize, there are no parallel tracks in life. Sometimes we meet others at an intersection, and we think we are at the same place in our lives. However, fate has a way of redirecting us, and we must continue on our journey alone. It's as if we're at a crossroads, and our paths diverge, leading us to different destinations.
It's painful to watch as the other train fades away in the distance, heading towards its own heaven, while we continue on towards our own personal hell. As we journey on, we can only hope to meet other trains along the way, but in the end, it seems we are doomed to travel alone. Our paths may cross at intersections, but they will always diverge, leading us to different and darker destinations. It's a lonely and desolate journey, and the thought of finding a kindred spirit feels like nothing more than a fleeting dream.
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