In a small little village near the countryside, there lived many. One, a boy who was suffering from a neurotic disoder, hoping that someday, there would be a cure to help him. Mortality rates in this small little village had been high, many worried that they themselves might one day get ill too.
For nearly a decade, the boy waited. During that period, he became more introspective, having thoughts that he might never get cured. To him, its was an irascible fact he couldn't get rid of.
Try as he might he struggled on with his life, until one day... He closed his eyes.
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