I’ll read you all a poem I stole from a movie which is fitting.

“I chiseled the white moon into a statue,


From her eyes was what I thought was dripping nectar,

Turned out to be poison,

I’ve decided that even gazing upon her shadow is sin,


So I’ve left”


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