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In the distance i saw a banana and then i thought to myself what should one do if they were to see a werewolf in the distance eating this banana. This is the exact moment when it hit me, i was the banana on that forsaken rock of an island, it was the werewolf with no life left in me, draining slowly but surely, crawly i was dying. A hand...A hand come over and helped me, it told me that if i was to win….I had to try to win i was not going to get it for free, so it helped me up and led me on my path….to this very day i have been following the very same path to victory and to wisdom, i have found many things on this path. intelligence, truth however truth was the worst of them all, truth was what broke me, truth was nothing, there was no truth, and this killed me slowly from the inside i could feel my body crumbling under the pressure of this knowledge. too much, weight, too much. now i ded…….