Be young. Be brilliant.

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If you’re that picky, do shit yourself.

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As I write this letter, the ocean breeze feels cool on my skin. The very ocean that is soon to be my grave. They tell me that I will die a hero. That the safety and honor of my country will be the reward for my sacrifice. I pray they are right. My only regret in life is never telling you how I feel. I wish I were back home, I wish I were holding your hand. I wish that I was telling you that I have loved you, and only you, since I was a boy. But I am not. I see now that death is easy, it is love that is hard. As my plane dives, I will not see the face of my enemies, I will instead see your eyes. Like black rocks frozen in rain water. They tell us that we must scream ‘bonsai’ as we plunge into our target, I will instead whisper your name. And in death, as in life, I will remain forever yours. Hiroshi - Restless

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Hidden within the agony the strange clarity came again. As if the world had ordered itself into something that made perfect sense.

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And now I know something of how a piano must feel when it looks at the fireplace to see sheet music being used for kindling, smoke signalling the end of some song that I thought would take too long to learn. I just sit here watching you burn away all those notes I never had a chance to play, to hear the music of what you had to say. But I count out the pills just to see if I can do it, and I can’t even get halfway through it before I turn back into myself and say Stay. If I could hook up my heart to your ears, and let my tears be your morphine drip because maybe it’s easier to let you slip away than it is to say goodbye. Shane Koyczan - Move Pen Move

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