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It is something we all lust and thirst for, but never want to work for. It can not be seen by everybody, except for a select few. Others will treat it as such an abundance where in reality its existenec never seizes to flutter. We all must have it to consider ourselves whole. Until that day comes, nothing in this world will walk but gremling trolls.

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