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it’s made from people .

he hates it all because of the darkness behind the door . some doors should stay shut .

you can have my isolation , you can have the hate that it brings — you can have my absence of faith , you can have my everything .

page of wands .

there is corruption here . it beckons you . promises riches and power . so much temptation .

such laughter .ᐟ and they are singing the old songs , linking arms . but that was from a happier time .

this enemy’s nothing special . still human , still mortal .

get out of my kill zone .ᐟ

why do i sense we’ve picked up another pathetic life form .ᐣ

at last , we will reveal ourselves to the jedi . at last , we will have revenge .

if i act superior , it’s because i am .

ideals too easily give way to dogma . dogma becomes fanaticism . only we can decide whether the road we walk carries too high a toll . all that we do , all that we are , begins and ends with ourselves .

it’s always my time , the city is mine , you should learn to just accept it .

he was their enemy the whole time , but she made him forget , so he could change .

i’m on my knees , pray for glory . anyone read this underdog story .ᐣ i can’t lose myself again — help me raise this heart .

it’ll be fine . i’m the strongest , after all.

ace of pentacles .

ah , the symphony of death . don’t worry , you get used to it .

get out of my kill zone .ᐟ

somehow the hunger always lingers .