The man in the moon

The hollow stares at the icy moon and his soul becomes ever more cool as it hardens and turns to to ice, time will forever stop and he'll be numb for this is his fate wich has already begun, which he will never be free from the loneliness that keeps him bound only until love is found, to break this curse he must find his other half or his slumber shall forever Last, for this the role he has chosen not to be a hero but the villain

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