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The Ending's Gift


Lets take our last bows together to remind everyone of our fight our determination; The endeavor. It all comes to a close tonight. As we walk across the stage, we will remember it all; That exemplary date, breaking through their walls. We were never meant to win; Destined to lose ourselves, hoping at least to blend, but we never did. Though our scars painted us like a beautiful broken canvas, the simple symphony of sound forged us through fiery war. It was in this that we survived, and also in which we learned to live. To the others, we hope you thrive despite this is all we have to give.
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