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The last words and greatest regret of one Dazai Osamu were: “I was always past saving.” He wished, for Oda’s sake, for the sake of a lot of people he accidentally started to care for, that it wasn’t true. But just as the cherry blossoms bloom for only a short while, every prodigy meets a premature end.
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