Sometimes, similar people have different lives. One could only wish he could live as the other. But know all too well that it is beyond the realms of possibility. He could never earn it. He could never alter anything to remotely resemble it. He could only watch. From behind a heavy mortar wall. Never in this life to be able to scale it and drop on the other side. Even a plunge face-first into the other side would be a luxury he would never savour on the tip his tongue. Even if he did, it would be nothing he could possibly comprehend. Fortunately, he would never need to. Or rather, unfortunate, in his case. Life. Similar people with different lives. That's how they deal you a shitty hand and say "Tough luck, kid." while spitting a stream of betel urine.
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