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Created page with "A young man was lost in the wilderness. The trees, entangled with vines, reached the blood red sky. The clouds were a thick, black mass that hung over the rocky ground. There was no sun, no moon, and no wind. The air was still, leaving a lasting feeling of suspicion and fear. "There's nothing left to live for!" cried the man. He wept, cried, and screamed, his sounds could make Satan sympathetic. He then took time to sing his mother's last lullaby... "Come to my comfy..."
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