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seconds......
And thus the time ticked by, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, weeks, months years, it was all the same. Just a different day. So it went on, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. On a thin strand do we hang just for it to snap at a moments whim. Except for him, timeless, ageless, never changing, never growing older. Only to live to see the world grow and advance. A second to him is like an hour, a day a year. The painful endless bliss of his life growing exspadentioly worse as time moves on. The sunrise no longer was beautiful the sunset never relaxing. For we are lucky that we are mortal, for we treasure every moment as if it were our last. And he, he has no last moment and he is jealous. For he can never have love or friendship. Always to be alone, always to be alive. Wars were just a game, peace a loss.........
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