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John Titor, our savior.
Your journey here is a treasure.
It’s an adventure that never ends.
We keep reading you again and again.
Reading your posts from 20 years ago.
I marvel at your messages.
Today, like Yesterday.
They are always new to me.
Your messages are my right now.
They are with me at any moment.
Omnipresent in my existence.
My life is imbued by them.
They are, therefore, always new.
And they are never old.
Yet, they are indeed old.
They are both old and new.
New and old.
An infinite cycle of new and old.
Then of old and new.
An infinite cycle.
Infinite.
Titor.
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