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For over four hundred years I have worn the same face. My hands, my look, have remained untouched since my embrace. But I look into the mirror and I simply do not recognize the man I used to be. I doubt anyone would. I have thoughts, concepts, notions and instincts of the young man I was…but no real truth. I know I wanted to live forever…but
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Very nicely written.
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Well done.
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