Time is a lie.

  I take that back. People are liars.

  The 80 years I spent was on the lies of the people.

  I was trying to find the healing magic that could regain my senses, the magic they said had existed.

  Only now did I find out that they were all liars.

  They made me spend all of this time. They couldn't demotivate nor stop me from trying when I was young. They decided to wait and see if their lies would coincidentally become true.

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  They never loved me.

  I could tell they hated me and the feelings have become mutual. Unfortunately, I can no longer get revenge, since they are all no longer alive. They are far too old to exist, but I am still here due to my magic. The same magic I had hoped to regain my senses with is the cause of my prolonged suffering.

  I am currently 80, but my body is that of a 40-year-old.

  I no longer have the motivation to continue.

  Nothing will get me to my goal.

  I don't see the point in living anymore.