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Final or ultimate

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Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.

Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.

Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

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Dante Alighieri - The Divine Comedy

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And so she ran. She ran until the stars shaped their movements above her, until the sun rose and set on forty-seven days. She ran until she could no longer run. And yet, still, she ran.

She ran through the thick snow, the wet soil, the hard stone, the dusty sands, and still, he was the only thing on her mind.

She could not fathom a worse punishment.

Nothing through all the ages could compare to the feeling of loving a man.

Who could not love in return.

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Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn't have.

Maybe there's a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them.

Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

Carol Rifka Brunt - Tell the Wolves I'm Home