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The world is old, I am young. I want to explore and feel nature but I can't. I want to live to be 100, but I won't. Some will only have a day, some an hour, some a minute. I have 42 years. The sun is hungry, the earth is getting tired. The scientists are giving up which is making everyone else give up. The 42 years are spent in the shadows of the sun, but I don't want them to be.
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Immortals (Editing)

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