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They go through days of suffering, only to interrupt their grieving with seconds of superficial joy.
Deep down, they know that their body and mind both spiral down as time progresses, but the fact that they have something to live for, makes them keep doing what they hate but still want.
Even if it is the same thing that kills them slowly from the inside.
Better die happy than to live sadly, right?