I’m still troubled for why I no longer lie,
Maybe instead I thought “damn” that should be the end,
My job was to fall and die,
Wow! That’s harsh… what a blazing sun,
Not even fit for flight, for the swans on standby,
I assure what came next wasn’t fun,
A charcoaled lizard stained in orange,
Oh! How I felt the misery and treachery of every pun,
He made me feel what I knew as foreign,
Now in this world, we were uncanny friends,
Should I really be bothered? It is all so boring,
Even so… when my soul pries and cries,
It tells my conscious that this is our chance to make amends,
(This will be updated to the original post of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon's story)
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