And they run...

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They were running. And they were running hard. But in different directions. No, it was the same direction. It was that one destination they all had in mind. Madness. Running towards madness. Breathless and tired, but running nevertheless.
But how far could they go? Moreover, whenever they met, they would interact and then fall down. Bogged down by their weights, by their randomness and by their discomfort.
They were not sure about this marathon. They just knew that they had to run.
So running they were. But for how long? Will they reach the destination called Madness? Will they end up clashing? Will they be stopped in between? Will they be told that enough is enough?
They were now scared. Scared to be told not to run. Coz now it was in their blood. To run and not know why they were running.
And one day, they stopped. They refused to run anymore.

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