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no this is not the story i told of earlier this is a cold dark piece i felt like writting and if your not in a cold dark mood it will seem pointless to you so i suggest you don't read it
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i followed the pathe of shrivled trees and random warpped doors leading me into places of eery abiss. chill winds and darkness follow close behind my back and arond every wrong turn. follow. follow what? there a crooked sign in a bloody gibberis handwritting. run, sprint, faster, faster. lonlieness, isolation, cold, lost. i hear and eerie singing this could be the end but is it better than where i am. closer and closer till it wispers in my ear. in complete darkness the gosthly bloody giberis wispering in my ear. shivers up and down my spine. a frozen feeling covers my body. now i am falling through darkness the wispers fading. a hollowed forset with eys. no more. some one save me. i fall on my face tasting the gorry musty ground. i scream. i yell. no one hears. evil laughs come and go on the icy winds that carry them. i try to get it but i m holding my self down and neither side of me is stronger i m sinking into the gorund everyting swirling round. gosthly figures grotesk and destrut sournd me i foulat out of myself pale and cold. RIP