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Pain is the best motivator. Anger is the best drive. Happiness is the best medicine. Revenge is best served dry. He never thought he would have to end up in this situation, his brain felt like cotton stuffed in a plastic bag. Everything was hazy, his steps were heavy, his eyes were drooping, his shoulders were slumped. He felt so weak. His eyes stared ahead, freedom was just ahead... White and pure. He wished he could get there, the second he blinked, it was gone. WARNING: THIS FIC IS VERY PHILOSOPHICAL!…