The Lonely Artist

The Lonely Artist

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『We're not just our failures. As much as they hurt, we learn from them. Then we go out there and do our best to make up for them-- Even though we never will. We save people. We save as many as we can to make up for the ones we couldn't. That's all we do. 』 I remember it like you'd remember breaking your arm or riding a bike for the first time‥ ‥it was terrifying‥ ‥but for the first time‥ ‥I felt real.
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