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Nov 2012
So here we are, dying a little bit more with every second that goes by.
Wishing we could live longer to see how this world recovers itself from all the wounds we've inflicted upon it... but we know that won't happen.
Dreaming of another tomorrow, where we can laugh and enjoy the sunlight.

We all know how this ends...

But as long as I live I shall fight!
Fight for me. Fight for us.
For nothing is over until the last grain of sand drops.

I may not succeed, but, if I fail, at least I tried.
And, who knows?
Maybe I will accomplish something. Maybe things will change.

We will never know if we don't try.

So here I am, dying a little bit more with every second that goes by, but not giving up.
I will make this place a better place for you, for me... for us.
People say it's hard. I say, why not try?
Krusty Aranda
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