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<p>96.50.83.11: It should be 8 years old not 18 years old...</p> <hr /> <div>When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.&lt;br&gt;<br /> The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Click, and it spun the beginning of the day half way.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Click, and it spun the end of the day half way.&lt;br&gt;<br /> The young me felt honored whenever I heard the sound.&lt;br&gt;<br /> However, whenever I heard the sound, I could feel my eyes water.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.&lt;br&gt;<br /> It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Circle and circle, never tiring, never complaining.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like a barber pole.&lt;br&gt;<br /> But the endless days ended without a warning.&lt;br&gt;<br /> The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.&lt;br&gt;<br /> If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.&lt;br&gt;<br /> When I became an 8-year-old who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.&lt;br&gt;<br /> Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.<br /> <br /> <br /> ／Paradox Spiral</div>

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