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Once I was young, now not like before
Now I know many things, things I wonder why I didn't know before...
Same things look different, different things look different.
Again, then I knew things, things that now I look but see no more.
So even though I know more, I still tend to know the same. Old is gone with time, the new is here and it makes me wonder.
Am I a collective of my past or person of the present