Luna. I was always obsessed with her name and how it described her perfectly. Luna was the moon. No one grows tired of the moon. It is cratered with imperfections, it has a dark side. Yet no one grows tired of the moon. She was my moon on earth and I will never grow tired of her. No matter how many times we fight, no matter how many times she tries to bring my kingdom down. I will never grow tired of her. Like the moon, part of her was always hidden, never showing everything, just in case someone left her.
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