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James Byron Dean
8. helmikuuta 1931 – 30. syyskuuta 1955

"If a man can bridge the gap between life and death,
if he can live on after he's dead, then maybe he was a great man."

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SOME WILL BE LOST ALONG THE WAY.Perjantai 28.09.2012 03:02

JOHNNY LEWIS
October 29, 1983 – September 26, 2012

"not sure if folks know this yet, but johnny lewis (halfsack) died last night. the sad irony of it happening two days after opie's death is not lost on me. it was a tragic end for an extremely talented guy, who unfortunately had lost his way. i wish i could say that i was shocked by the events last night, but i was not. i am deeply sorry that an innocent life had to be thrown into his destructive path. yes, it's day of mourning, but it's also a day of awareness and gratitude. sadly, some of us carry the message by dying."
-kurt sutter

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We said that we would call
But we never spoke at all
The years drifted by
We've built up these walls
For reasons that seem so small
If this is the end, let's bury the past
This might be our one last chance

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You're gone gone gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn torn torn apart, there's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait wait wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

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The Catacombs of New York - December 1905.

I have been putting off this final goodbye for so long. For many hundreds of years, at least. But now, as I walk the long stone passageway to where they are waiting. I know this is the right moment.

I am stronger today than I have ever been, and now it's time to show that strength. Not through violence; I learned long ago that violence merely begets more violence. No, today I have to show another kind of strength. And if we all have to die, so be it. Let us at least try to put aside our differences, and die together.
After all, we were friends - once.

But as soon as I enter the chamber where I left them, I see how things have changed. They are ragged now, driven insane, having spent so many centuries left alone chained to the wall with just one another for company and their own fears. With madness burning in their eyes, and their sane minds long gone, they moan and strain at their chains to reach me. They have degenerated far more than I could ever have expected. All they want now is to gain retribution, for they recognise me as their tormentor.

They reach out to grab me, but I know where to stand. Not like the last time...

I try to talk to them. I try to break through their madness, to tell them that the war is over, and that we are the only ones left. I tell them that our species has over-streched its limits, that we have committed horrible atrocities against one another, and against the humans, all in the name of a peace that never came. We have abused our power for our own gain. And we have become monsters. I tell them that we all have to die now, and that I have chosen to die with them. I tell them that this world no longer has a place for vampires. Our time has passed. Truth be told, it passed a long time ago.

One of them laughs. Unlike the others, he has just enough sanity left to call me a fool. He tells me I can't kill any of them. It's impossible. He laughs like a man who knows he's damned. He warns me that any attempt to destroy the species will merely result in my own destruction. He swears that he will one day feast off my flesh, ripping it piece by piece from my bones.

To him, I say nothing. I simply hold out my left hand and slowly unclench my fist. He smiles at first, but when he sees what I have, he screams, and the others start to scream too. But that's okay. It's what I expected; to die with them screaming all around me. Eventually we all have to go back to where we belong.

The light in my hand grows until it fills the room.

The war is over. We all died.

The End.
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THERE SHOULDN'T BE A GOOD IN GOODBYE.

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Ryan Matthew Dunn
June 11, 1977 – June 20, 2011

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"I’ve accomplished everything I wanted out of life, like way beyond my wildest dreams. Anything from here on is just icing. Seriously, if you find out that I died tomorrow, I’m fine. Don’t be sad for me, because I’m not sad. I died with a smile on my face." -Ryan Dunn
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