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Are we really here?
Or are we just dreams of a grand design, meant to do our time before fading into oblivion? What is our purpose? To play our roles like clockwork ticking away on the machine of time? Where will fate take us? Is fortune in our distant future, or will we meet an untimely end? Maybe we are just actors on a worldly stage in a story written by some unknown author, waiting and hoping for happy endings.
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