

A Letter from ToulouseMother, I know I should not be here Among the swarthy crowdA Letter from Toulouse
Of the absinthe-minded.
Mother, I know the tongues I've sworn Are not for the gentleman You see in me.
Mother, I know the damselles on the stage Are bending ways That would make you faint.
But Mother, Try to understand That I don't give a damn.
~Axel and Roxas
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"it's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything."
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