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[darker_symphony]

The strangest of kind men approached me and handed me money. What to do with it, I had no idea. To the youngest of the kids it went, to those called Keyblades.

They need it more than I.

The sun begins to shine now. Everything glimmers softly like crystal, and the cobblestones gleam hard like glass.

I wish the rain would stop.

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[sephiroth_sp]

Yet it never will.

It rains because we are taught not to.

You still have yet to tell me who you are.