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This handwritten page is a blunt elegy for desperate young men and for the society named as their maker.

Its force comes from how little it explains. The corrected attribution to Donny Gast leaves the page feeling like a signed witness statement rather than an anonymous aphorism.

A six-line epitaph signed Donnie Gast: I grieve for the desperate young men and the society that produced them. A borrowed voice placed here as a witness card.