Sometimes they come back

Some of them don’t want me recording their patterns on camera.

Oh well.

It’s not my fault.

I didn’t start this war.

May peace come to everybody because of what I am about to shed light on.

Call me the morning star.

I came to light my fire like Vivi, and illuminate all the darkness in front of you.

I speak the truth.

It’s a hard pill to swallow.

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