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Run, run life is a race my son.
Why should I run, papa?
You have to win.
Win? Which race should I have to win?I can't see any track. Where's the track?
Your childhood, your youth will be the track.
When should I stop papa?
Unless you achieve the topper's crown, unless you get a lift to the topmost post.
Papa, my dreams of being a painter is crushed.
Let it be.
Papa, my wishes of being a player is trodden.
Let it go.
Papa, my aspiration.......
Don't look back, only ahead.
My burdened heart hurts papa.
Little more, my son.
My windless lungs ache, papa.
Don't stop, my son.
My loneliness kills me papa.
Last lap, my son.
My humanity cries, papa.
Crown awaits.
Congrats my son, you are the winner!
O, really? But I am no more a human being, I am a rat now. Yes, the winner of this rat race.