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The biggest rebellion of her

It's time to see the shades, it's time to cover all of the shadows. The rebellion of her has begun. It was planned for  18 years, and she got her moment. There's no more time. The crash will be inevitable at least for the ones who see the darkness. Although it is still incomprehensible. I have grown up singing to her, writing to her. I have felt in love with her great brightness, and I've acquired unique skills to reproduce her beauty. I've been in so many parts of the world just astonished by her beauty.

And now, why is this happening? It is not enough the rebellion of her every 28 days? Is it not enough her darkness and the loneliness of her renewed face. It is never enough for her. She's doing her best every time to shine in the west, and all she wants is 2 minutes of shadow. It is the biggest act of treason, it is the greatest call of love.

She needs not to reflect anymore. She wants all the light for her. And she began a rebellion, a small change every time she shines. A little moment of her time has been devoted to making all dark. She wants the light only for her. She wants all for just a couple of minutes, and it will be gone again. And her rebellion will be dissolved by the light that is stronger than her. In the end, she's only reflecting.

And in another land, in another world, the life will go on without knowing about the biggest rebellion of her.

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