"Someday the light will shine like a sun through my skin and they will say: 'What have you done with your life?' And even though there are many moments I think I will remember, in the end I will be proud to say, I was one of us."
"It is no accident that you are reading this. I am making black marks on white paper. These marks are my thoughts, and although I do not know who you are reading this now, in some way the lines of our lives have intersected... For the length of these few sentences, we meet here. It is no accident that you are reading this. This moment has been waiting for you, I have been waiting for you. Remember me."
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