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When was the last time...ah, nevermind. Time isn't important. The past being a perserved lie. I have no need to perserve anything and yet it's my purpose. I was born to be a storage bin. In it contains everything; a geniune pandora's box. Emotions, qualities, ego, will. To close the bin for good is the goal. Should be the goal! But we strive the other way only losing present for the past.
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