What It Takes & What We Could Be
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A very obscure short story, which soon became somewhat of a motivational speech and/or rant.
"Yet this boy took his final blow valiantly, and as he fell to the mounds of earth below him, he smiled. There was no reason for him to hurt. The utter peace that was displayed on his face told more than what any person could say about him. His fears, his love, his sorrow and anxiety, they disappeared from him. Those final breaths gave so much life to his end, with his last words being, "thank you." Not many would thank their murderer for the death which they were given, so why?"
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