I was once a little boy growing up, up, up.
Once a became teenage thinking more, more, more.
As i was heading to my old age.
To know where i am going. ...
Long time ago.
There was a land blessed with richies, human and natural resources.
But the people of the land felt she has blessed them equally.
So they rage war among themselves. ...
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