No one knows my true face.
It's as honest, pure, and simple as that, everything my life is not. My life is complicated. My life is hectic and twisted.
My life is a lie.
I am lucky. I am overwhelmingly lucky. But so is everyone else. We owe 'me' to the keyblade. We owe 'me' to Riku's petty grudge and his misjudgement of the darkness.
'Me' did not follow the course it should have.
