I once dared to dream of a grand life, filled with excitement and glory Dreams of the future and regrets of the past couldn't change my misery That of a Slave of Fate, living a stale gray life like a marionette under its string I recalled as my eyes grew dim, with the last moments of my life fleeting Only the blurry memories of the wasted past filled with echoes of regrets remained The memories of a wasted lifetime, And the regrets of a life unfulfilled
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seriously.... how hard can it be to act as a pyromaniac? compared to magician or scribe it's neither complicated, nor should it be time consuming, especially since he can burn stuff wantonly
wow, finally, female friends
well, fortunately enough for him, there's nothing like a 'negative feedback's which reduces the effects or results of his acting, or digestion
one might wonder whether they really did pierce each other with their spears
he already knew that.... she told it to him already
indeed, it has happened before too, i wonder why
the opposite, one fails, everyone fails, it's because of the crowds reaction to this condition he went on to speak about luck this and luck that
should have punctured the tires or done something more.... subtle, but oh well he is a 13 year old, he's already doing pretty well I suppose