When i look at this full moon, I loose myself. The bright aura surrounding the King of the night, draws my attention to the dark shadows of it's craters. The shadows jump of the moon forming the face of a man in pain. A man troubled with sorrow like a widower who never got to say goodbye. Destined to forever watch the lovers of the earth. As i gaze at the lonely soul of the night the realization of my biggest
fear sets in. I'm scared to die alone.
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