I have no choice this time. This time over means over. This time I stepped out of the situation to see things from the mind of a linear-thinker. Justice will not be served. No hero will come to save me. Ursela has over-thrown the sea, and now the beast will never turn back into the prince he was last year. So, be sastisfied, Pichnocio, into the mold they made you into. As I leave my dreams behind in some fairy-tale world and step into harsh reality.Birth sign: Not entered
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